“Don’t it always seem to go
that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone…”
~ Joni Mitchell ~
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Posts Tagged With: Fading
saxophones
“Sob on the long cool winding saxophones. Go to it, O jazzmen.”
~ Carl Sandburg ~
Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in October 2017.
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Categories: Photography, Poetry
Tags: Alone, Beauty, Beeswax, Breath, Breeze, Carp, Cosmic Pie, Cuttlebone, Death, Digital Imagery, Down, Fading, Floor, Friends, Heavenly, Home, Horror, Life, Lips, Mica, Mind, Music, Past, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Saxophones, Sky, Sound, Spiritual, Symphony, Trees, Up, Walls, Wild
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the moon hung fat and high
“Au clair de la lune prête moi ta plume pour écrire un mot…”
“In the moonlight lend me your pen to write a word…”
~ French Folk Song “Au Clair de la Lune” ~
Digitally enhanced image created from a photo of street art taken in Paris in May 2019.
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MY TURN TO BE FORGOTTEN
“Don’t it always seem to go
that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone…”
~ Joni Mitchell ~
Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in October 2020.
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THE MOON HUNG FAT AND HIGH
“Au clair de la lune prête moi ta plume pour écrire un mot…”
“In the moonlight lend me your pen to write a word…”
~ French Folk Song “Au Clair de la Lune” ~
Digitally enhanced image created from a photo of street art taken in Paris in June 2019.
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SAXOPHONES
“Sob on the long cool winding saxophones. Go to it, O jazzmen.”
~ Carl Sandburg ~
Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in October 2017.
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Categories: Photography, Poetry
Tags: Alone, Beauty, Beeswax, Breath, Carp, Cosmic Pie, Cuttlebone, Death, Digital Imagery, Down, Fading, Floor, Friends, Heavenly, Home, Horror, In, Life, Lips, Mica, Mind, Music, Out, Past, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Saxophones, Sky, Sound, Spiritual, Symphony, Trees. Breeze, Up, Walls, Wild
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SPANISH JUNE
“Cocaine’s for horses, not for men,
they tell me it’ll kill me but they don’t say when,
cocaine run all ’round my brain…”
~ Traditional ~
Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in July 2017.
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Categories: Photography, Poetry
Tags: Bed, Blood, Carrion, City, Cocaine, Days, Digital Imagery, Ears, Faces, Fading, Flags, Hot, Imagination, Insects, June. Spanish, Kings, Leaves, Naked, Perspective, Photography, Poet, Poetry, Pulse, River, Shoulders, Smile, Soft Machine, Streets, Summer, Sun, Thin, Thoughts, Trees, Vulture, Whispers, Windowsill, Witches, Words
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