Shift in Nature

A bleak shift in nature,

inadvertent change of plans,

helm slipping from the hands:

the surface of Neptune.

A clear beam of moonlight

slits the ocean's wrath.

The vessel without a path

makes it into the bight.

  

Stern Fortune

A waft into the whirlwind, vesselled within a thin, wobbly film; unanchored, unmoored.

Unwittingly drifting towards a prow, where all flanks knot into a dire fate. Beheaded and all at sea; lying ahull, until inescapably becoming aground.

On the wharf, a long legged steward waits for the uncomplaining passengers to disembark.

The Ghosts of Past Trails

The monster within puts itself between one and the path lying ahead,

while the ghosts of past trails follow one into their own cage.

The gates are up yet the fates of paramours travelling on parallel tracks are inadvertently juxtaposed;

until finally, the creepers consume the architecture of a once-vibrant memory.

These nonsense images came from a first attempt at developing film on my own. Their exposures were also of a very experimental nature, I do not usually make double exposures. The results, while unpredictable, were quite pleasant. A mayor contributor was without doubt, the lovely Brownie Flash III I used in the making of these photographs, much to the likes of this device.

Extraterrestrial Younglings

Technicolor Zombies

Sprouting out of a spiny trunk,

colours look not how they are supposed to.

A veil is dyeing the air with a spurious tint.

Avail is dying, their hopes of deliverance with it.

Yet, are the tones behind the curtain truly in key?

Reminds me of a cubist I know

The Shifting of the Sands

The winds shift the sands in the desert,

the sea in slow motion.

The dunes do not choose the snaking patterns they sport,
nor the direction for which they’re bound.

Adrift in the vastness of a dry misunderstanding,
they live in the perfect beauty of accepting their fate as it presents itself.

These sand dunes were photographed in The Great Desert of Altar (aptly named) in Sonora, Mexico. Located near the shores of the Sea of Cortés and its particular hue of blue, they provide the sensations for an otherworldly experience.

Plumbing the Depths

Always thinking of new roads to travel, new heights to conquer, and new depths of an ocean to plunge into; only to run away from exploring one's own.

Deeply immersed in the blues and yet out of contact with the inner light. The further, higher or deeper one travels; the less one seems to know.

Even when submerged in one's own primordial soup, one shall struggle to aggregate the complex molecules of life; in spite of it being unequivocally shoaling and schooling about.

Shoaling

Schooling

These pictures and videos were taken while snorkelling in the vicinity of Cabo Pulmo, Baja California Sur, Mexico.

I'm going to send myself a telegram and make believe it came from you

Our times got tangled up like the wires of the old telegraph posts that span the land between us.

Lines whose resistance was once overcome by electrifying reverberations, oscillating faster than the beat of the gull's wings; lighting up inside, outside.

A great gig in the sky

Cords that cannot be followed into the foliage of the trees whose thirst for light is unquenchable.