Just a man who loves the simple things in life: Mountains, music, poetry, photography, and coffee...definitely coffee. Hold on scratch that, now I sound like a hipster.
I hope my words and photos can help inspire your creativity, enjoy!
Down to meek country I once came and saw a turtle with no name. Amidst brown stalks the fence posts rest, upon one which the turtle sets.
Journey of soul, where is your fault? For then could I say at the till: rarely before I felt the halt, but not for myself to be still.
Thunder booms down clashing tides, the force that deafens as it climbs. Sea foam bursts of hills gone white, the waves that crackle with God's light.
Life sadly singing by its highs, long lives its old to sleep. Of silent sighs and lonely skies will windy nights now weep.
She breathes with light, bright shining with the waves of those soft gleams which catch all naked eyes of stars; and calmly exhales paler mists
High far calling blues to name her my home ever deeper; for there my heart will see my house more of, tis how beauty is known
It is a waterfall – that life of which beheld the cruelest forms of strife, saw felled like stones unknowing under the flood
From the long night awake. From the depths of slumber, forth calls first lessening of cold lit stars’ number. From the gaze set by hope,