Solitude

Solitude 
Time to just walk 
Time to ponder, maybe 
Being by myself 
No distractions 
Find an alley 
Off the beaten path 
No one walks here 
Except this person 
Which is perfect for me 
Love the potholes 
Garbage cans full 
Lawn mowers and piles of leaves  
Rough around the edges 
The best road in my town 
Solitude of an alley 
Think with no interruption 
Let my creative mind run free 
My thoughts bounce off the alley walls 
Solitude is refreshing 
I should walk here more often 
I will be back 
To my alley solitude

In the Pocket

 

In the Pocket

One persons chaos is another persons refuge.
Was watching this drummer
Rachman
Do his thing on the drums
His sticks were moving so fast
All over the place
The beat he was playing was mesmerizing
I took three or four shots
With an internal overlay set on my camera
You are seeing the result.
The next day I ran into him at a coffee shot
Showed him the photo I created
Capturing his connection with his instrument
His connection with his music
He stared deep into the image
For several minutes
Said that the image captured perfectly
What is going through his mind
At that moment
Deep in the groove
In the pocket
With what seems to be chaos
He is at peace
One with his music
In his refuge
Time stops for him
And he plays
Feeling whole.
Playing in the pocket
In this moment
For this drummer
For Rachman
One persons chaos is another persons refuge.