The light of the early morning shines, smiling warmly, signs of a welcome opportunity. To detail my work concisely, I believe in faith and wisdom, but lack diligence to pick the fruits of my labors. The home sits within my view, a setting meets my eyes with no equal. As I once witnessed a ruby backdrop born, the setting sun ablaze belied my heart’s passion, yet completed a fleeting moment. Thus, the motif of my method remains isolation. Let the daytime cast highlights, the nighttime hides shadows. Dawn blinks, as dusk whispers; each timing bristles with nascent splendor.
If history instructs written truths of old, experience carries out a teacher’s duty, then images – puerile, honest pictures serve as study guides. Visual journals, testimony to things temporal, the picture proffers the past, but moreover, a delightful record of the natural exchange. Then, as the masters before my era, Renoir, Monet, Degas, Mailer and Erdman and Baldwin, I walk the thousand-mile road step-by-step. Bromides could not sedate my spirit much longer.
I see you are a wordsmith along with a photographer. Great work.
I checked out your portfolio, I like what I see. You have a cool logo also.
I had to look up a few of the words in your writing. Thanks for encouraging some vocabulary development for me.
I’ll post those words and their definitions here, to save any one else who lacks your spectacular vernacular some time.
Your level lowered and you are now a Minnow!
Do not miss the last post from @hivebuzz:
Same here, but I gotta do what I gotta do... I'll make it back.
Looking forward to seeing you grow again @thatkidsblack! 👍