Ice

January 4, 2026.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Nature’s artistry, not the political kind. Beautiful and dangerous. More in the forecast this week.

Trauma (tanka)

February 7, 2024.Reading time 1 minute.

Took some time to re-evaluate where my energy goes, as my health has been deteriorating lately. The one thing Myalgic Encephalomyelitis teaches is that energy for anything (be it mental, emotional, or physical exertion) is limited. Trying on a stripped back existence in order to reset. That has meant limited screen time. “The idle mind is the devil’s […]

Seasonal Defiance

January 22, 2024.Reading time 1 minute.

Cast my shadow over white banks/ assert presence: proud, defiant Will find beauty in deserted places / and colour in the monochrome Haunted by a winter state of mind / resolved to stretch despite chill. For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: illustrate a favourite quote or poem. Of course, I chose a poem of my own: Seasonal Defiance, originally published […]

Morning View

February 5, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

“How long will it snow, VJ?” our Ukrainian roomie asked the other day, while we were driving through a snow squall. “April”, I answered. She thought is was very funny. It’s not April yet. Weekend Sky

Fences

January 29, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Cee’s Black and White Photo challenge: Fences and Gates

Red

January 25, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Winter

January 18, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Sunrise Strip

January 15, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Hammad Rais’ Weekend Sky

Longing for a Sky

February 27, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Grey defines the snowy days; the landscape melding into an endless haze. Weekend Sky

Goldeneyes In Town

February 25, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Emerging from Winter’s withdrawal, with camera in hand, I manage to catch a few Goldeneye ducks at the river. A positive sign.

We Are Clay (tanka)

(Photo collage mine)

Ukraine

Planted seeds for prosperity –images of children frolickingthe delight of yellow horizonstradition setting our fields ablaze Till greed came knocking –brother turning on brother Rhetoric and lies shrapnelshattering our dreams Only the deer frolic nowunwitting participants inthis unprovoked slaughterland mines defiling landscapes But seeds are not lost,nor are the legacy of generationswhose soil has known […]