a Photographic Journey by Meryl

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Image

Atone

Atone

Here’s an image of cleansing and hope
as the Day of Atonement draws near


Sunnyside Up

Sunny-side Up

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Meditate

blank slate
newfound fate
perfect state
no freight
meditate
Dream 21--sm

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Together

virtually
in step
locked
together
connected
Together

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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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Invincible

“In the midst of winter, I finally learned that
there was in me an invincible summer.”
Albert Camus

Free


Love XII

matched set
beloved
brother
lucky
me
love XII
In the aftermath of the tragedy
in Connecticut, it’s a time for cuddling
close with those we love. These two hounds,
Josh and Kara, were rescued by a dear friend.
When I visited her last Thursday and snapped this
on my iPhone, I knew it would end up here, but I had no
idea what would transpire the next morning and couldn’t
have imagined how vital its message would be…

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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


Rebooted

One of the benefits of all this blogging
is the feedback received on my work. Last week
I responded to a generous offer of a Picture Critique by Otto of
Munchows Creative Photo Blog.  In response I submitted my latest Phantom.
I knew that the background was too busy, but didn’t know quite how to improve it.
Within a few days, I had the answer. Otto simply suggested that I darken it so it almost appears
like night and increase the contrast in the foreground. Here’s the result…
Let me know what you think.
Thank you Otto!

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Hanging On

As the last maple leaves flutter to the ground,
there are always a few hanging on till the end for dear life.
As I look at this image, my heart goes out all those who lost their homes
and livelihoods in the recent hurricane. While many are indeed holding on,
I’m awed by the strength of the human spirit, somehow galvanized
in the face of great challenges brought on by this catastrophe.
I’m also hopeful that it’s a wake-up call for politicians and
the business community to start taking
climate change seriously.

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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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Afterglow

fireworks
oh so clear
not a trace
terror
here
What a difference a day makes.
At 8 am the morning after Sandy,
the sun was shining so bright it set these
plumes on fire. One would never know what
nature had wreaked the night before. My prayers
go out to all those suffering from the havoc of the hurricane.
And I thank my lucky stars that my family and home were spared.
xoxomeryl

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Progress

come close
studied eye
progress slowly
tweedy pie

Sometimes it feels like we’re just  jogging around
in circles, not really getting anywhere.  That’s when it’s time
to stop and take a look at what’s right in front of us. That’s when
we need to consider where we’ve been versus where we are right now.
That’s when it’s time to  recite, Progress not Perfection.  When I visited a
community garden yesterday and looked up and saw this big, old pod
staring back at me, I remembered what a wise woman once
told me, “the only change I believe in is slow.”

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Sway

life support
golden spine
tree of strife
never whines

braves the wind
frames the soul
sways with me
as we roll

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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…

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Serenity Series

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Courage

scaling
snowy
heights
uncertain
plight
digging
deep
taking
a leap
courage
I seek

Courage, so elusive, so hard
to find and then sustain. Sometimes,
it seems that it’s just within reach, but then
suddenly snatched away. And just as deftly, it can
surprise us by reappearing and lodging somewhere
deep inside.  All those little steps, each so tiresome,
do finally amount to more than their sum
and can catapult us up to the top—
where we can finally lookout,
see where we’ve been,
know where we are…

ps. yes, this was taken at the Grand Canyon

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Love XI

last bloom
harvest moon
autumn days
purple rays
from above
bunch of
Love

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Anger

cropping up 
like lettuce in
spring
stubble on
chin
grass that
grows
needs a
mow
same old
song
game of
pong
what went
wrong
how to
depose
beach that
erodes

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Anger is one of those taboo subjects.
The enemy that most of us have difficulty discussing
without raising our voices. Perhaps our most powerful emotion,
we’ll do anything to avoid talking about it. Quite the conundrum since
repressed anger— anger turned inward—usually results in depression.
So how and where do you release your anger safely?
Do you punch your pillow,  write in your journal,
vent to a friend,  attend a support group?
I’d love to hear from you!


Surrender

golden rods
casting
long legs
warming
bare wood
caressing
my eyes
massaging
my mind
allowing
Surrender



Invisible

they say
she looks
her best
toned legs
ample breasts

why can’t
she rest
food aplenty
passed
her tests

why must
she wear
her heart
on her
chest

I say
why can’t
you listen
look inside
my refrain

why can’t
you see
me my
invisible
pain

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Lookout

where’d you go
my Romeo
glimmered eye
no reason why

stolen kisses
my reminisces
left stranded
so abandoned

hijacked love
my fitted glove
standing stout
looking out
Thank you fellow blogger Penny for helping
me break my emotional block with your post this afternoon
—the winners of a challenge to write a poem on “Unrequited Love”–
that I had missed due to a weeklong absence writing here.
Although I missed the deadline for the
contest, it moved me to put these
words together with this image.
I knew there must be a reason
for all this blogging.
🙂

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Satisfied



Bounty

before you pick me
strip me bare
take notice
be aware
of the bounty
of what’s there


Two days ago my children and I tried
to go peach picking. All excited, we found our
way to the farm. When we arrived, we approached
a young man working at the stand stocked with baskets
of peaches and nectarines for sale. “We’d like to go picking,” I said.
“No picking today,” he replied with a blank stare.  Scanning the rows and rows
of peach trees surrounding us, I said “what do you mean?”
“Too much picking last weekend,” he replied,
“no more until Friday.”
Dejected, I grabbed my grandson’s hand and lead him over to a tree
filled with fruit where I took this picture. “But Grammy, why
can’t we pick them?” he asked over and over.
“”We just have to wait.” I said.
“All we can do it look.”

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