The Title is called, “The Bench” it is honest filled with raw painful emotions.
The day has come
Sun rises and falls
Just as those whom stood tall
They were called
As we recall
Shadows of past
Broken by the heaviness of the leaves, The weight of the buds And the densely packed fronds Spouting in the pond The scent of orange blossoms and lily Mingling on the flow of the tide, The burden o…
Source: Orange Blossom
My youngest has been in a daycare from the very beginning. Two years ago when we relocated to Charlotte we found the most amazing preschool. I’ve always worked although I did consider staying…
Source: Breaking Up With A Daycare 😦
This morning, I set out to capture birds in midflight capturing those wonderful movements. After several failed attempts, I believe I finally have one that is acceptable.
Most mornings, I would grab Joe and head out to the patio, then moments later birds would appear flying around, playing/fighting in mid flight and this one bird would always perch itself on a tree limb near me. As soon as I would go inside to grab my camera, the bird would be gone. Other mornings, I would pretend to go inside, patio door noise open and close while the bird would just stay perched. I would bang Joe on the metal of the BBQ and nothing, no movement only to look down at me as though it were mocking me.
I was determined, this morning for some reason and this time besides my companion Joe, sexy Carmelita joined Joe and I. However, after a while, I soon realized I would have to abandon my faithful companion Joe that has always been there every morning. I turned my hat around, grabbed Carmelita by the hand and ventured out. I fondled Carmelita buttons manually. We walked closer and closer but not too close. I kneeled on one knee as though I were going to propose while Carmelita’s eyes extended to the max.
There was silence as though it was just the two of us, we waited patiently for the right moment, thirty minutes went by then the magic started.
F/5.6 ISO 250
I know several of you have already read this one, yet perhaps some have not!
I remember a time when you were happy.
I remember when birds would sing, butterflies filling the sky as far as the eye could see.
I remember seeing you dance full of life in that green meadow filled with flowers, surrounded by mountains.
I see the tears that fall; I feel the pain that many bestowed on you.
Sometimes making you feel like a worn out welcome mat.
I hear your cries of wanting a new page.
As you look in the mirror, I see you worry that the fountain of youth has dried.
Though, the days have passed turning to months that turn to years
You are more beautiful than the first day I saw you.
I gaze upon your inner strength that fills my soul more than you know.
Night has come, the gentle breeze of your hair as you lay your head down.
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