Thank you for being you,for unknowingly being a muse,for cracking through my fortress. Thank you for believing in me, for encouraging me to be more active about things I was passive about.I’m still a work in progress, sometimes I fall off, but I think about what you’d say if you saw me slacking. Shot byContinue reading “Gratitude”
Category Archives: Nature
A Summer Storm
An ombré of yellow into grey, lightning bolts pierce the sky. Flashes of light, heavy water droplets thrown from the heavens, clouds clash, and the grounds rumble. It’s a summer storm, one of the best kinds. Pic taken by me, Brooklyn New York
To be like water
Don’t let self-doubts get in the way of fully achieving your desires.Don’t be too rigid,It all slips away when you hold on too tightly.Be fluid, like water. Pic taken by me at Prospect Park, Brooklyn.
Life and death, everything is so transient. Pic taken by me in Greenwood Cemetery, Brooklyn NY
There’s something about the way you observe people, you notice the little things; it intrigues me. Pic taken by me, Prospect Park
Inescapable heat intensified by concrete and steel. Throngs of people crowd the streets, dirt envelops all surfaces, the scent of rancid garbage permeates the air. Despite it all, rain is beautiful on a steamy day; the petrichor feeds my soul, relief has washed over my body. Shot by me at The Brooklyn Barge, Brooklyn NY
In the Present
Slaves to time,a concept thatquietly dictates our lives.Getting things done, while waiting for it to pass,so we can overcome feelings of malaise, and look forward to pleasantries. We anticipate events and outcomes;self-induced anxiety.We live as if time really is a linear conceptBut what is time really?How do you define it? It’s overwhelming,an omnipresent shadow.If there’sContinue reading “In the Present”
The Conditions Weren’t Right
I watched it die Once a big bountiful plant, it soon shrank in size Flowers ceased to blossom from its petals I couldn’t cultivate new ones I tried my hardest – I watered it when dry, yet not enough light I placed it in the sun With light too direct, the leaves burned Given theContinue reading “The Conditions Weren’t Right”
Path of Least Resistance
Nature, the world’s organic symphony Take some time to listen – Hear the trees sway, sometimes they whisper in a light breeze or howl like the lone wolf on a windy night. Birds remind us that wildlife lives among us, chirping, calling out to one another in a foreign language A background soundtrack to yourContinue reading “Path of Least Resistance”
Pic Taken by me in Ditmas Park, Brooklyn
Our hearts beat for one anotherwhile simultaneously being torn apart.
Sun rising, sun’s blessing.Golden rays bathe my face.The possibilities of a new day,an awakening. A peaceful calm only nature can offer,Oh, the soothing sounds of wavesrolling onto shore. A new liberation floods the landsas the sun warms all in its wake.Arousing a joy so pure, so stimulating,one that comes from within.
Pic taken by me at Prospect Park, Brooklyn NY.
A rainbow, so seemingly simple, yet complex A beautiful display of science above us, a natural work of art. Sun rays, water droplets, light refraction, reflection. Standing proudly, stretching yonder for all to see Radiant, amazing in its own right. In ideal conditions, a double rainbow is visible. A spectacular sight becomes magnified; The rainbowsContinue reading “Phenomenal Beauty”
It’s November and slightly warm.But there’s a gentle breeze;the scent of fall dances into my nostrils. A feeling of renewal,a peaceful transition.Death. But so tranquil and pleasant.
Swimming in the depths of emotions,contemplating your thoughts.Tirelessly gliding your body through the waters. You speak to the sea.Mute the distractions,let the unknown consume you. Only an unstoppable force such as watercan quell the fiery mind. Image taken by me: Route 25 R in San Juan, Puerto Rico
She received them when she graduated,a celebration.The Valentine’s days of the past;sometimes, “just because.” Placed on her bedside when she was born,the celebration of life.Natural, sweet perfume permeated the sterile, unwelcoming feeling of the hospital. Roses were always beautiful,even when they were dried and hung upside down. They were placed on the wreathto celebrate herContinue reading “Always There”