Bursting Leaves

More Creek in b&w

Creek in b&w

Pen Scribble

Memory Keeper

Encircled

A Touch of Blue

Split-Toned

God snaps your picture : don't look away --

this room right now, your face tilted

exactly as it is before you can think

or control it. Go ahead, let it betray

all the secret emergencies and still hold

that partial disguise you call your character.

Even your lip, they say, the way it curves

or doesn't, or can't decide, will deliver

bales of evidence. The camera, wide open,

stands ready; the exposure is thirty-five years

or so -- after that you have become

whatever the veneer is, all the way through.

Now you want to explain. Your mother

was a certain -- how to express it? -- influence.

Yes. And your father, whatever he was,

you couldn't change that. No. And your town

of course had its limits. Go on, keep talking :

Hold it. Don't move. That's you forever.

William Stafford An Archival Print

Circle Maker

Блики

Explosion

Piano Key Chairs

Galaxy San Lorenzo

Two Moods of San Lorenzo

In the Spotlight

Water Drawn

Office Circle

Circle on the Move

Blue to Light

By-Product

Before I can discard the verse, I have to write it… I can’t discard a verse before it is written because it is the writing of the verse that produces whatever delights or interests or facets that are going to catch the light. The cutting of the gem has to be finished before you can see whether it shines...

I always used to work hard. But I had no idea what hard work was until something changed in my mind… I don’t really know what it was. Maybe some sense that this whole enterprise is limited, that there was an end in sight… That you were really truly mortal.  Leonard Cohen    
 

Two Circles

On and Above

In Blue and Shades of Grey

The Three at Steuart Station

Her Kitchen

Reclyning Chair

Circles, circles...

Tree Reflected

Dissolving Together

Leaf Circle

Story St.

Yerevan, Surreal

Coming Through

Dissolving

Getting Lost in Blue

July Color II

July Color I

Sky Pools

Rocks and Leaves

Back to the Creek Tomorrow

He, like no one else, knows that words are given to a person to hide his thoughts, and the images are supposed to show what is not there.(c)

Far Reaching Light

Gallery 291

Tresidder Morning

Apartment Vistas

Street Corner

How it Felt Today