Tag Archives: Love

Searing Times

Inside a burnt tree. More photos here.

I wish I could dance in this wind. But its heat wilts me, keeps a dull, slight fever about my skin. I feel it drags everything into a blur, the flora, the fauna, the restless water, the dry grass. There’s so many separate lawns being watered in the midst of this drought.

 I await the first flirt of coolness, a gift from the ocean, when the wind tugs at my hand and compassion soothes the baked streets, the overdone frenzy.

 

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Frankenstein

Timothy Lake

We think the river a wild beast, amok, tilling a path in soil.

But it’s us—in another form, searching for a mate who can only be made in our own image.

 

We slow the stream, to a reservoir’s pulse, in hope to drink reflections—until the end of our days.

 

Yet, days are a slight of hand, manmade lakes, built, so we can sing to the photogenic current.

Stilled, captured in a portrait

Touched, retouched, retold

 

 

Looking Glass

Little Crater Lake, July 2018

A double blue reflection. The cobalt of the lake with its graveyard of dead trees lying on the bottom. One recent death half-floats in purgatory. And the deep blue of the sky, foregrounded by a living green forest. Both blues framed by ancient volcanic formations. All is alive, even death.

 

More photos here.

Carpet Layers

The carpet prevents slipping where spills occur, dims the reflection of lights, dampens the loud echo of hard shoes.
After years of soft walking, threads come loose, seams come undone. Underneath, a scuffed tile, a glimpse of all the slips, reflections, and echoes, their texture, their history.
We cover the tile with a new layer, restoring the delicate numb.