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“The free bird thinks of another breeze”

28 Wednesday May 2014

Posted by smilingtoad in Photography, Quotations

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Birds, Black and White, Caged Bird, Life, Loss, Maya Angelou, Nature, Photography, Poet, Poetry Link, Quotes, Sparrows, Tribute

“The Caged Bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still” – Maya Angelou 1928-2014

House Sparrow 00“Life is pure adventure, and the sooner we realize that, the quicker we will be able to treat life as art.”

― Maya Angelou

House Sparrow“I can be changed by what happens to me. But I refuse to be reduced by it.”
― Maya Angelou

Dragonfly Shadows and a Harried Sky

24 Saturday May 2014

Posted by smilingtoad in Photography, Quotations, Video

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Abstract, Black and White, Forest, Grief, Loss, Nature, Nikon, Pain, Photography, Quotes, Reflection, Sadness, Thoughts, Toad, Video, Videography, Wandering, Water, Woods

Some stills from the wee forest video below.  Harried

“One thing you can’t hide – is when you’re crippled inside.”
― John Lennon

HarriedToad“Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.”
– Jean Cocteau

Harried00“Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.”
― William Faulkner


Thank you for drizzling by,

Jubilant cheers,

Autumn Jade

In the Ivory Light of Winter

21 Saturday Dec 2013

Posted by smilingtoad in Experimental, Photography, Quotations

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Abstract, Black and White, Drear, Droplets, Florida, Light, Lonely, Loss, Monochrome, Nature, Pensive, Photography, Quotes, Rain, Sky, Stark, Sunset, Urban, Water

Shadows Pawing at the Light“But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope”
-From “Middlemarch” by George Eliot

Guttoral Sunset“When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know”
-From the song, “The Boxer” by Simon and Garfunkel

The Pluvial Taste of Moss and the Cold Kiss of Stone“Even death has a heart.”
-Markus Zusak, “The Book Thief”

Pressing Against the Gloom“We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever.”
-Carl Sagan
Ivory Light“The old ones called it ‘the hour of the wolf’. It is the hour when the most people die, and the most are born. At this time, nightmares come to us. And when we awake, we are afraid.”
-Ingmar Bergman, film “The Hour of the Wolf” (“Vargtimmen”)

Last Flare of Afternoon

13 Wednesday Feb 2013

Posted by smilingtoad in Introspection, Photography, Poetry

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Black and White, Florida, Grief, Hiking, Landscape, Loss, Nature, Nature Photography, Photography, Poetry, Scrub Trails, Thoughts

I stopped by the roadside

To roam the silken sky

By the RoadsidePrairie hawk and starling

Sylvan AfternoonLeering down at me

In these Desert LandsRazor wire glinting in blank Sun

Bombilating Life

With the sound of Death

Transformed

Shadow Spills like Blood into the Hot White Sand

Shadow of your splayed soul

Spilled and spread like blood

In the bleached, rippled sands

Last Flare of Afternoon

And so in a splash of Amber Glow

Your Twilight arrived too soon-

The last Flare of afternoon

Morn’s Pale Apparition

21 Monday Jan 2013

Posted by smilingtoad in Photography, Poetry

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Black and White, Dew, Florida, Flower, Loss, Morning, Nature, Photography, Poetry, Thoughts, Words, Yearning

The sweeping of Wings

Into candent Dawn

Welkin of turbid yellow

Punched with feathered fists of cloud-

Morn’s Pale Apparition lifts

Sorbile gems gleam in garland light

Kicked by creaking shoes-

Black starlings scatter

Beyond- a school bell’s keening

Slathered in mid-morning sun

Donning the Dew- slumping, careworn

Drenched in its memory

Eyes red with exhaust

Concrete dust and sun-baked blooms

Barbed thoughts pulsating-

Desiderium

Sorbile Gems

A December Walk with My Delitescent Self

05 Wednesday Dec 2012

Posted by smilingtoad in Experimental, Introspection, Sea, Stories

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Abstract, Abuse, Black and White, Introspection, Loss, Melancholy, Nature, Night Photography, Personal, Photography, Sea, Thoughts, Writing

Self-Portrait

December. The Sea has cooled, a bit. The sand feels like chilled velvet ‘neath my stumbling toes. Rubigenous seawrack trickles in. The seethe crackles and I suddenly catch a wee glisk of my delitescent Self abiding there in the reflection on the glass sand. It is the meek, quiet one within, the one that harbours all the pain and grief I have ever known.

Tossed and Overturned

An intangible being created long ago, and like a gentle chum, has ever-remained. It is there when I go sprawling, overturned, writhing in the spitting sand, rabid wind flinging shards of broken sea glass and shattered scallop shells into my eyes. It flits in and swallows every splinter of chaos, calmly, silently, so I may clamber back to my feet and stagger on. And then, I am reminded, Chaos is a Choice.

This Haggard Life- Dormant, but not Dead

This service performed without complaint, little shamrock-infused Soul. Nothing spoken, lurking reticent and Daphnean- alone, without yearning. But I can feel it, ever-present, and am zapped with its vital energy- how can something dormant feel so ardently alive? Is this where Passion is derived? Attitude and Perception? Is this what converts Grief into Peace? Agony into Understanding? Despair into Art?

When the Wind Aches

I amble on, in Memory, gazing through the Abstract: the hum of the fluorescent lights hovering over an infinite hallway; the sharp light polished on the gossamer surface of a muddy puddle; the buzz of a drill in the background, staring up at the pocks in the grey ceiling, tracing constellations of galloping stallions and peculiar faces; and the keening sound of the groaning flowers as they die on the frozen prairie, brushed by the aching wind-

These Doleful, December WalksAbstract memory has a way about it, washing things in a thrilling,
pensive kind of melancholy. Even the hideous and the terrifying can become
beautiful. The fracid and sulfuric scent of Death, black-red, sticky on the
sheets, is an oil-painting-flashback, a sad observation. Her vitative laugh, unique and impossible to replicate, is no cultellated recollection, but evokes joy recalling having known such a gorgeous Soul.

To Blear the Windowpane- the stains and the grime, the scrapes and the blights of Time

There is damage, but no distortion, feeling pain, but no torment; stumbling crippled, but not suffering. The wounded and mangled inner being that smiles coyly through the detritus of childhood abuse, of loss, and pain- I see it in the flicker of a blue shadow, the crunch of a dead leaf, and I know, I can feel it all, euphorically.

Piercing Christmas Lights

It provides Peace. It reveals fragile humanity, even in those others have named Monsters. Understanding comes, fear being vanquished. Is it the breath of Forgiveness?  How could it be, if I first do not feel wronged? Compassion and Love, the Beast with Gentle Eyes?

The Illumination of DecemberI wander on into the now dark, December night, Sea a distant hum behind me. Christmas lights and stars illuminate the way. I think about my brother, his addiction, our differences. I wonder if he has a hidden Self within to absorb the blows. I have seen him staggering in obscurity- searching for Beauty and relief in drugs, self-esteem in crime, atonement in masochism. I see him for what he is- a beautiful human being, worthy of forgiving himself. Aye, I think of him, as I ooze along, deeper and deeper into the lovely December night.

Thrive

10 Monday Sep 2012

Posted by smilingtoad in Introspection, Photography, Quotations, Sea

≈ 16 Comments

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Cocoa Beach, Florida, Gandhi, George Eliot, Hurricane Leslie, Inspiration, Life, Loss, Memory, Mourn, Nature, Photography, Quotes, Rain, Sea, Sebastian Inlet, Surf, Surfing, Waves

“Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.” -Mahatma Gandhi

These moments eternal, abiding with you, to Memory now transformed; but never I, to mourn, knowing, onward shall they thrive, a part of this emerald sea that is the life in me.

“It is never too late to be what you might have been.” -George Eliot

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