Connected

 

Connected

What holds me down
What propels me forward
My roots do.
Which my life flourishes from.
Connected
Planted
Years ago
Generations ago back in Colorado
Oregon and Bohemia is where
Those roots gained strength
Growing with strength
Children created more branches
Reaching out into the world
Exploring and spreading
Spreading beauty
With each generation to come
Where will my branches go?
They need a foundation too
Solid roots to grow
Flourish
Connected
Stay connected to my web of life
And see what beauty blooms.
Grandchild number seven
Due any day now
And the web grows

SkyBlue

SkyBlue

Music heals the soul
He told me
SkyBlue told me
His soul needs healing
He told me
Needs healing so bad
So music is where he spends his time
Music is where he opens his heart
For the notes and lyrics
To mend parts that hurt
His refuge
When I found out his story
After a music gig one night
Images I take of SkyBlue
Now take on new meaning
I can see his passion
That passion he sinks into his electric guitar
That passion he belts out in his vocals
Is actively mending his soul
I want to capture his story
This musicians story
In an image
An image that will last
Music heals the soul. 

Reflection

 

Reflection

Reflections have always intrigued me.
It is rare when a reflection matches the subject exactly
Walking down the street who hasn't looked to the side into a store window
To see what one looks like?
Was the reflection what you thought it should be?
Me neither.
My favorite was at the county fair
The maze of mirrors
A ton of reflections
Of me
Big Tall Skinny ones
Short wide plump ones
The whole maze was full of children's laughter
Was I the only adult in there laughing too
Nope

People in my life
My past life
Have reflected to me
What my life looks like
What I look and act like
But a few of those people I should not have trusted
They reflected a "Me" that was not accurate
Not who I was

And it hurt
Hurt me

Be careful who you trust to reflect who you are
Truly are.
For you are fearfully and wonderfully made.

The Edge

 

The Edge

Wonder brings me to the edge
The divide
From one world to another
From sand to the ocean
What is out there
Way in the distance
Deep beneath the dark blue waters
I look over my shoulder
Where I came from
In my past
But my journey is ahead of me
Out there
Past the edge
One foot dips into the chilly water
As my journey this day continues
Beyond the edge

Joy of Music

 

Going to a music show tonight
Rock and Roll will play
The musician makes his Breedlove acoustic guitar sound like a creek high in the Cascades
A wonderful singer songwriter
His lyrics are moving
And then comes that promised rock and roll
Making that Fender Stratocaster scream like an American Muscle Car
The energy is contagious
As if he is the guide on a rafting trip down the River of No Return
Exhilaration is what I felt 

Next song is different
A groove like no other that evening
And then this expression spread all over his face
Joy
All night he had been entertaining us
But this song joy covered him
Something about this song
Playing his song
Brought out joy in him 

I caught that image with my telephoto
Captured and bottled up
In a photograph I call
Joy of Music
The music continues

Quiet Waters

 Quiet Waters, by Dennis Browne

There are days in my life
Where the stress
The frustration
Build up to such a point
I just need tranquility

Come to me, he says
I am all about calm
I am all about quiet
Peace
Paddle beside me
Next to fresh beaches
Driftwood placed like sculptures
Feel the stress leave you
As you paddle next to me
Listen to the water
Dripping from your paddle
Feel the breeze
In your face
As time stops
As you paddle next to me

Look to the left and you might see
A dall porpoise perhaps, maybe a curious seal
Feel refreshed yet?
Keep paddling
Nothing to fear out here
These waters
Were prepared for you
Come revitalize
Come paddle beside me
On my quiet waters
You will be in need of nothing
Only what is beside you
On these quiet waters
As you paddle next to me

by Dennis Browne
https://dennisbrowne.smugmug.com/

Music Heals the Soul

 Music Heals the Soul, by Dennis Browne

Music heals the soul
He told me
SkyBlue told me
His soul needs healing
He told me
Needs healing so bad
So music is where he spends his time
Music is where he opens his heart
For the notes and lyrics
To mend parts that hurt
His refuge
When I found out his story
After a music gig one night
Images I take of SkyBlue
Now take on new meaning
I can see his passion
That passion he sinks into his electric guitar
That passion he belts out in his vocals
Is actively mending his soul
I want to capture his story
This musicians story
In an image
An image that will last
Music heals the soul.