Eerie

This picture was taken from one of the terraces of Mammoth Hot Springs in Yellowstone. The site is already amazing by itself but I got lucky to capture this shot of the sun rising over the trees and seeping through the morning fog.

Where Earth Becomes Abstract

 Some places in Yellowstone stop looking like a landscape and start looking like a painting.

I found this scene in a small, almost overlooked patch of the park, where water, rock, moss, and mineral deposits had created a world of their own. The colors seemed impossible: deep blacks and greens giving way to ochre, rust, gold, and electric blue. What looked from a distance like an aerial view of vast, unfamiliar terrain was actually an intimate piece of the Yosemite landscape.

I was drawn to the way the water had carved its own pathways through the surface, creating islands, borders, and continents that seemed to shift depending on where I stood. The longer I looked, the less it resembled something geological and the more it felt like an abstract painting made by the earth itself.

Yosemite is often photographed for its monumental scale, but some of its most compelling moments happen when you stop looking at the mountains and start looking closely at what is beneath your feet.

 ...in the middle of the aftermidnight...

Poetry and music share rhythm, emotion, and structure, so in a way, poetry could be seen as a song waiting for a melody. But at the same time, poetry has its own unique power, using just words to create music in the reader’s mind.

"I am afraid my heart will get walled in by your high towers of steel and glass
While I dream alone, a multitude of stars twinkling in my eyes
This world rapidly shrinks as the discontent grows until we face an impasse
Where we stare in fear at each other, stuck in our own pretty lies."*

*Excerpt from "...In the middle of the aftermidnight...", now available on Amazon.

The Fishermen

Two fishermen stand quietly on their narrow wooden boat, dwarfed by the vast, silver waters of Koh Samui, Thailand. Heavy clouds loom overhead, casting dramatic shadows.  The scene is raw, stripped down to its elemental forces; man, water, and weather. A moment of stillness against nature’s immense and indifferent canvas.

Where have I been?

I cannot believe it's been a year since I posted to my blog. And it's not because there is nothing to blog about. On the contrary, as usual, I have been swamped. Last year, I published my second book. It is a play, a comedy, written in French. I would love to see it staged, but I don't know how to make it happen. Yet! 

This year, I have been working on my third book, which will be my second collection of poems. I plan to finish and publish it before my birthday in March 2025. I have been working on the book cover, and you can see what it looks like in the picture. Unless I change my mind again… 😁

I have put photography on the back burner for the time being, but here and there, I take out my camera and go on the hunt for a great shot. Like I said, I'm as busy as usual.