a Photographic Journey by Meryl

Beach

Fencing

distance kept
wood on fire
sabretooth
hearty ire

transparent
blond attire
tony sport
duel desire

Fencing

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Past

wad of words
poison gas
hardened
chunks
melted
wax
salt
water
setting sun
crooning sax
dissolved
past
Past

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Patterns

Patterns
As the new year starts, we’ve been programmed to make resolutions
for how we plan to change our spots in the coming year.
It’s been my experience that they rarely work.
Instead I like to take stock of the areas
where I made progress in the
past year, then settle on
a few intentions:
old patterns
I’d like
to break,
or new ones
I’d like to initiate.
This gives me more latitude,
more room to rearrange those spots
rather than expect them to change completely.

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Escape

mother of pearl
lollipops careen
tie-dyed curls
escapist
dreams
Escapist
In memory of those tragically lost in Newtown, Connecticut


Cheer

bricks stacked
bagels packed
morning cheer
on four wheels
Found

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Fossil

“I don’t seek, I find.”
Serpent 1These are wise words from someone
who taught me a great deal about photography.
When I first heard them, I was confounded. How can I find if I don’t seek?
Yet as time passes, I find that when I’m searching for something,
anything—my keys, the perfect gift, a new friend—
it eludes me, doesn’t appear until I stop looking.
Here’s a fossil in the sand that I discovered
through my lens one cold day when
I least expected it…

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Surprise

blanket of gray
last November day
afternoon revised
four o’clock
surprise

Surprise


Forward

surprised
to find you
here in tact
rivers add
don’t subtract

surprised
it’s not
your final act
moving on
forward track

I prepared this post with obvious reference
to the hurricane that miraculously caused no major
damage to my beloved beach. On Sunday when access
was permitted for the first time since the storm, I was expecting
the shore to be largely eroded. Therefore, it was
a surprise to find it mainly in tact.

On this day after the election, it seems that
this post also applies to last night’s Obama win. I had been
bracing for an upset, loss of hope and change so desperately needed
here in America. Again I was pleasantly surprised!

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Faith

undercover
black meets blue

faith flutters
melts thru

turns to butter
sticks too

As the branches start to sway outside
my window and I wonder if I will be evacuated
due to the approaching “Frankenstorm”,  all I can
do is have faith.  Faith that the full moon won’t push
the tide up my street; faith that I’ve taken enough precautions
to safeguard my belongings; faith that we won’t be without power for possibly
up to 10 days. But most of all faith that whatever happens, we’ll be okay.

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Serenity IV

No matter how long I live near the
water, I still need to remind myself that even in
the off-season, when the temperature starts to dip, I
can jump in my car and in ten minutes I’ll
be where the water meets the sky,
where there’s some serenity
for me and plenty
for you too…

To see other images in this series go to
Serenity Series

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Hope

here I wait
anticipate
meditate
mitigate
debate
Hope


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Surfing

one step
then two
like man
on moon
surfing soon

Sometimes it feels like we are stuck in the sand, frozen in time.
We see where we want to go, hear it, can even smell it.
But we can’t move. We’re paralyzed by the thought
that we might make the wrong move. This
alligator reminds me that there is
no such thing. One step, the
slightest movement is
progress.

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Glide

take me

where

rivers appear

where

there’s no fear

where

we glide on glass

where

there’s no past

where

dreams come true

where

you glide with me

and

I with you

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Divide

first sight
swath of green
nothing more
in between

time turns
emotions fly
windows close
walls arise

divided still
peeping thru
fencing now
glimpses
too

Setting boundaries is vital to recovery.
For me, it was a revolutionary idea and one of the most difficult
skills to learn. And once I finally did, it was even harder to maintain them,
to keep them sturdy and solid. It seems that when we adopt new behavior we go from one
extreme to the other. So initially, those boundaries were walls with no windows, no way to
look outside. As I’ve become more comfortable setting limits in old relationships as well as new,
I notice that my walls have become more like beach fencing, shielding me
yet providing lots of openings so I can see others
and others can still see me.
🙂

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Etching

graphs

etched

 minds

of coal

palms

creased

 hands

of old

inhale

 exhale

temps

rising

so little

we know

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In these uncertain times, it helps to remember
that I’m just one speck of sand in the ocean–the vast ebb and flow.
That my life–so large to me– is microscopic in the scheme of things. However
that my contribution, no matter how small, is vital to that big picture. That without it,
the world would be just a tad different. That I’m just as I should be at this moment in time.
That I am enough just as I am.