Kodak Magic

From the winding roads of little Sweden sometime ago,

Water such a lovely shade of blue, oh the scenery.

A blissful view I see.

Like a daydream someone could stare at for hours.

The moment ‘twas under a few minutes, but what a beautiful sight that I could capture in this adventure.

Road trips past the forest through Oregon.

Mirror images camera focus on the review,

But how

Whilst where the wild things are, somewhere under a full moon.

In the middle of the dessert, letting things go before the rising sun.

Alas! Where did they go, the pieces of me I crafted back even better than before.

Still such mysteries that will come back around like a rainbow after a rainy day.

Like some kind of energy surging from the sand dunes under my feet.

Feeling alive one with the music and the flames.

Kodak magic and the magnetic energy of the moon flowing through my veins.

What a memory for keeping forever something rare.

Like spinning fire for the first time under pressure.

Practice makes perfect, that it came naturally like the rocky ground beneath me.

Pulling the energy from the stars like a comet.

Kodak magic superpowers that captured the moment.

Somewhere in the early light of a hot summers day.

With the skies so clear like a waterfall.

Imagination running free like I did this place.

Love in the air and the clouds around me.

Kodak magic, waterfalls, oh how the water falls.

Rushing over boulders under the trees of bliss.

A definition of the one for all scenery,

Walks through the park, and these outdoor shots.

Like water running over rocks around a mystical scene.

Cascading such a view for the starting of the day.

The serenity of the outdoors like a church for a restless soul filled with wanderlust.

That I am always wishing I could see more.

Positive memories, that play like a melody on repeat.

Like a favorite song stuck in my head.

Cotton candy skies somewhere over the town.

Kissed by ruby hues of pinks, reds, and the setting of the golden sun.

What was the adventure?

I do not remember just the Kodak magic my camera had captured.

Flying high over the bridge, somewhere in the beyond.

Wind under the wings magnificence in sight flight and sound.

Solo on his own, carefree flying in the clouds.

Somewhere on his level, in his zone.

Below the waves gently crashing below the atmosphere.

Birds flying higher, so close they could reach the skies.

Playing tag before they make it back home where they’ve nested.

Home is where the nest is made.

Curious as what kind of tree is this place.

Everything in their own direction,

Ten birds and a friend that wanders.

Not that there lost,

But because perhaps they have a desire for going the other way.

What are these three UFOS floating in my hemisphere?

If a bird could think this something they would say.

Coastline under the bridge,

Something like a peaceful place.

Reminds me of past times modeling on the shore of Malibu.

Water and sand under the bridge, and my toes,

After biking alone in the lovely town in the state of California.

Array of blooming roses like colors which sparkle in their beauty.

Sunshine yellow and Barbie pink in perfect bloom.

Some roses red, some roses pink,

And there I remember there was not one that I did not like.

A white rose opening in its imperfections perfectly.

Kodak magic in these wilted edges,

Character making it pleasant for the sight.

With the aroma, such heavenly roses.

Reminders like pictures that come back from the past,

Like an hourglass I see how the times passed.

Places I have lived, the art in nature I have created.

A red rose brilliance in the simplicity.

How I have tried that I could recapture all my roses from the cloud,

Lost without a trace or a sound.

Fingers cross that these outdoor shots come back for me.

The sandy beaches of San Diego,

The color of a once in a blue moon adventure.

Hest, I stopped so I could see the oceans glorious waves.

Like a paradise, and bittersweet escape.

Pictures painted like thoughts that have been around the ways.

Low and behold, artwork from the hands of a stranger.

Like a ladybug for a sunflower.

Amongst the bees.

Branches that bear their little fruit,

Creations of such sweet things I like eating.

Oh the paintings on the wall, how I could not stop so I could get them all.

How vibrant these paintings on the walls,

Sticking out like a sore thumb up hill alongside the roads.

And doves for the cherub,

A gate of somewhere along the way of a park for a wanderer.

Following the light of the moon.

When someday before on an early evenings day,

More winding roads of Lake Mead.

One of many pretty places agreed.

Such a lovely sight the eye can visualize.

The breath taking beauty of the skies.

Kodak magic.

Like rays of sun breaking through the clouds.

The art in nature is shining somewhere everyday.

Dreaming of the skies and beyond,

With the sun shining down rays of sun breaking through the clouds.

The beauty even in the simplicity.

Purples like violet flowers,

Radiant like a marmalade sunset.

How time flys above.

Spontinuity shines like stars in the Milky Way.

A cloudy day after a drizzle of rain,

Lucky enough there was not too much I would say,

Lightening an electrical storm early sometime before dawn.

A cloudy evening rain still falling in the distance.

Somewhere by the greenery of woods the forest and the trees.

Is a well of flowing water, free for passerby’s.

Filled with iron healing spiritual waters.

I will never go back but it was well worth the timing.

Like a road going somewhere,

Kodak magic places I have had the chance that I could be.