The Lone Observer? - A Poem of Morning Skies.

The sky burned pink
above the Oqquirhs this morn,
telling me, along with aches
the body talks with,
more snow's coming.

Yet the chilly air
did not taste of moisture,
all that wrung out slowly
the last few days
by the inversion.

White clad mountains sat
under that salmon tinged vault,
a band nearly a handspan
above the valley's horizon,
touched with beauty.

Few see this sight,
or take that crucial moment,
to slow down, look around,
inhale a breath deep,
and just enjoy.

For most, the cold
means warming their cars up,
even against the current law
about idling that long,
for their comfort.

Somedays, I feel alone,
the only one enjoying such,
a tiny person amid masses
of rock and ice
that ring me.

Others, someone notes it,
speaks up about the beauty
and leaves me with hope
that not all suffer
blindness to nature.

As I sit here,
sipping coffee, the moment gone,
I wish for a camera,
to share that moment
and its serenity
with others.

12Jan2016 - A Peaceful and thoughtful Dyfedd Rex.

I am Sunset's Thrall - Poem and Photos of Sunset

(more photos amid and after the poem!)

Got bit again this week

by that shutter bug virus.

It floats about in air

seeking victims to wickedly enchant

teased into her contagious embrace

by a moment so beautiful

you just cannot pass by.

This was the case Tuesday

when I headed out slow

rounded the corner to see

the sunset blaze under clouds

that already were watering me

thinking me just another blade

on the lawn down here. 

So I share some frames

caught on my beat-up camera,

a simple digital Kodak C310,

that could use tune-up

or even better a replacement.

Forgive the grains, the blurs,

She gives what she has....

... and still keeps clicking away. 

30May2013 - Dyfedd Rex

A Gift to All...

In this season of Giving
when so many spend Taking
I looked to cloudy skies
Figuring there would be nothing
So God surprised this boy
Giving him Something to share
even if just the picture
of the sky He painted
reminding me Others do care.
Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah and
all those other holiday wishes
and as He shared beauty
I pass it to you....
in memory of His Gift.

I am trying to share with my online friends photos I have taken this year, and last, as I have nothing else left to give...This one is for all who read here... thank you, and have a happy holiday, no matter which you celebrate!

And thanks for the 432 visits last month folks... my highest month ever..

The Rewards of Subtle Sunsets and Patience - A poem of photography and nature

A dull grey evening

not a hint of color

as I chased one last sunset

and looked at slate skies

worried nothing would show.

 Hints of pink lay

far off to the north

barely showing to my lens

beyond detail range of zoom

which was digitally supplied

Across the railyard's remains

past that band dropping rain

in scattered showers I could see

that a trip south tonight

might have held rewards.

Too late to change

stuck with the venue here

I waited patiently just to see 

if that slim break westward

over the islands grew. 

So I goofed around

playing with limited F stops

seeing what I could salvage yet

of the night's simple beauty,

staying away from trouble.

Looking southeast, over downtown

Olympus and Twin Peaks stayed clear

save the bands of precipitation flirting briefly

to lay thin snowy hints

of the week ahead. 

Play of windowed light

finding a chasm amid billows

whose dark bottoms gave me contrasts

to show Nature's gorgeous shadows

on mountains and foreground.

Many frames sunk in

permeating memories, silicon and carbon

when northward glance caught the light

as far-off curtains burned

over another city there.

Bit north of west

the gap kindled at last

outlining Stansbury Island with rich pinks

and making me think softly

'tis my money shot. 

A few more clicks

about to give up finally

and seek a bunk and food

when out of the corner

my eye noted rays.

Two steps forward hesitating

not sure what I could catch

and God's paint brush moved swift

laying out the beams subtly

amid the grey world

So short a display

barely time to record it

as the rays descended westward swiftly

leaving only skyfire broken harshly

by smokestacks and lightpoles. 

Thank you, World.

For this

Bliss. 

The sky lights up over the bridge
as others race by in their cars
or walk along looking at me funny
seeing just another homeless bum standing there
not even looking up, back or forward
and thus miss the world around them
as she puts on a show slowly
giving beauty for any who just stop
to see what there is all about.

Blue line of lights from man's hand
leading into the softer orange blaze
kindled amid the horizon's clouds by sunset
as high riders above me take fire
over the arc of steel, concrete, light
that never can rival by itself alone
the joy I gain, as I snap
photos by the dozens, even hundreds perhaps
while others see just crazy homeless guy.

Pity those folks, I know I do.

A sunset poem and photos...

Despite the rolling in of clouds

despite the falling of the night

despite the lack of permanent home

still, I walk on, seeking to reach out

and catch that beam of light

just to shine back into your face

next time you try sneaking up 

silly little kitten, run away home,

for I have no place to take you.