Photography art by Paul Casey
Pictures are constrained by their frame boundaries. This scene makes me want to see so much more of what I guess exists there. But this is all I get. With this I look for a balance in the composition. Similar amounts of water and sky to rock and forest. A balanced flow of action from… Continue reading In the wilds
at a table
they sat
looking glass
scared the cat
swing a bat
outside
car has a flat
evidence
of time
gone by
they
don’t know
why
red means run son
numbers add up to nothing
must not stop
at all costs
our beloved
rolling stock
there i discovered
the uncovered
truth
ruth
about the blue
in you
too
there it was
just like that
around the corner
a view to remember
a lake in november
or was it september
the tower
bearing the brunt of the beast
reflecting the heat
fleeing feet
on the street
seeking shelter
and peace
they missed her
she whispered
a kiss
like this
she wished for
run
drive
faster
it’s alive
no time
to die
run
we gazed
at the early sun
breakfast warm
though
on the run
anticipating
day of fun
they fell from
the gates of hell
cast dark
spells
and poisoned
the well
he’ll be here
she tells us
while
buses in memphis
cuss the
blasphemers
senses
season close
goodness knows
time froze
first snow
bunny
time and circles
sky so fine
half past noon
new moon lagoon
wandering home now
my restless explorations
out of step with time
this late afternoon to
wandering home
the day came
now in the field
wild things play
precious life revealed
only sky
if you try
a dreamer
ice creamer
everything will be all right
no need to speak
we’ll see you tonight
on to way
a pleasant day
slice of life