A non-sorted terrigenous deposit of large clasts in a matrix of fines.
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Always incredible to witness something like this. Shoutout to everyone that pulled an all nighter to see this. Captured just outside of Wichita, Kansas.
earth and moon
you and me earth and moon
and our melting sky so full of shadows
aflame we’ll meet again quietly like this
let the world wonder our longing
we’ll tiptoe a little closer and kiss.
© SoulReserve 2018
Lunar Eclipse, January 31, 2018
7 AM EST / 8 PM AWST
Your setting sun Is rising for me. My setting Moon Is rising for you. In the cold morning, I… In the warm evening, you… Set out to watch Our belovèd orb Cross Earth’s shadow.
Climbing the highest Place I can reach Near home (The metal stands Of the local sports field), I catch but a Glimpse Of shadow —Like eyeliner— On the upper limb, Before the Moon Is tangled in bare Winter branches As it drops behind First Watchung Mountain.
You, meanwhile, Are by the lake, Watching the Moon Rise from the Western Desert, A picnic set out, And the crowded sounds Of a busy summer night All around. You’ll see the whole show, As the Moon turns From buttery disc To ashy cinder To glowing coal And back again.
Your sky isn’t my sky, Nor is my earth yours. Yet we are linked, Sharing Sun, Sharing Moon, Sharing words. Half a world apart, Linked As friends.
© Sealanehill 2018
@soulreserve
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“The formula for doing a good job in photography is to think like a poet.” — Imogen Cunningham #WomensHistoryMonth 📷My Signature, 1973 #ICPCollections
“frothy skirl of the river”
Luke McCallin, _The Pale House_
Quiet streets, New Year’s morning 2018, Maplewood, NJ.
My Australian Muse and I are reading the words of you and sealanehill to each other. She stops and says, "Oh Adam, I think they're like us". I don't really have anything to ask, but I think it's worth saying.
aww <3 thank you for that.
Well, I am learning a lot from @sealanehill and it’s a friendship I enjoy.There is much musing involved, sure :P
Ten thousand miles
Between us
Threads of photons
Connect us
Streams of heart words
Inspire us
Unsought blessings
Enmesh us.
@soulreserve
My Australian Muse and I are reading the words of you and sealanehill to each other. She stops and says, "Oh Adam, I think they're like us". I don't really have anything to ask, but I think it's worth saying.
aww <3 thank you for that.
Well, I am learning a lot from @sealanehill and it’s a friendship I enjoy.There is much musing involved, sure :P
Home from the Holidays, New Jersey Turnpike, December 29, 2017.
Digital Play #5: Sunset, Edge of the Hayfield. 12/19/2017.
Sheets of tulle drift down
Beneath bright sky, wind shivers branches
New snow cascades free
(c) Sealanehill, 2017
Digital Play #4: Late Autumn, 12/09/2017.
verge ( @soulreserve 2017): an interpretation. 12/2/2017.
Fog, Crest Drive, South Mountain Reservation, Millburn, NJ, Dec. 2, 2012. (c) Sealanehill, 2012 (Originally posted to Facebook, 12/2/2012; thought lost in massive file transfer screwup; but disgorged again by FB; and since I still like this picture, shared with a new audience.)
Digital Play #2: Sappho Awaits Her Goddess, Aphrodite: “… if only I, O goldencrowned Aphrodite, / could win this lot…” [Anne Carson, _If Not, Winter_; #33, Knopf, 2002]. 11/26/2017.
Digital Play #1: Sunrise, High-Rise. 11/25/2017
tea leaf
the leaves of tea at the bottom of the cup, reveal patterns, a makebelieve story of us, images swirl rinsed with tea, familiar, fragrant a horde of fragile memories, delicate as the porcelain of my moods, and a heart lost in a million thoughts of you.
© SoulReserve 2017
tea from leaf
finest loose-leaf tea
holds flavors of place and time
within its buds,
like next season’s fruits
asleep in flowers
as yet unopened
in winter’s chill.
draw forth their
somewheres and their
sometimes
in the infusion of hot water
and skillfully dried leaves
that is the tea we share.
we are carried to the
edge of a realm
as cold and temperamental as
Shiva,
to the foothills of the Himalayas
and the tea estates of
Darjeeling.
fragrant steam and
delicate flavor
wreath our heart-thoughts,
bond porcelain moods,
revive fugitive memories,
and transform longing to
gratitude,
as you wait, and I
watch,
sharing tea.
© Sealanehill 2017
for @soulreserve
The Queen Very Rarely Fought Something Uncertain
Image source: Anthropologie lookbook; “The Queen”, etc. texts: New York Times Sunday magazine. Ink pens, tissue paper, rubber stamps, U.S. postage stamp, artist and studio stamps. Approximately 5 x 7 in. (13 x 18 cm.). 11/4/2017.
Autumn rose, rainy Sunday, 11/05/2017
communion
bees in prayer hover over blooming lavender.
©SoulReserve 2017
Parvati
I see her from afar, Sitting alone in the early day, Tracing gossamer thoughts And hearing the whispers Of her heart. Her muse is the One Who is not there, The One who is Inaccessible, Yet whose presence Is so real that He stirs the deepest passion Of her womanly soul. Thoughts shape images, Murmurs, words And she sings Of smoke and fire, Incandescent and all-consuming, Of drink so concentrated One sip intoxicates. I listen, taken by her music Toward her heart’s Center, Hoping for invisibility, That my presence not Disturb her muse, Hoping to be unseen By her consort, Shiva, Should he return While she is in her Bliss. ©sealanehill, 2017 For @soulreserve
Parvati
I see her from afar, Sitting alone in the early day, Tracing gossamer thoughts And hearing the whispers Of her heart. Her muse is the One Who is not there, The One who is Inaccessible, Yet whose presence Is so real that He stirs the deepest passion Of her womanly soul. Thoughts shape images, Murmurs, words And she sings Of smoke and fire, Incandescent and all-consuming, Of drink so concentrated One sip intoxicates. I listen, taken by her music Toward her heart’s Center, Hoping for invisibility, That my presence not Disturb her muse, Hoping to be unseen By her consort, Shiva, Should he return While she is in her Bliss. ©sealanehill, 2017 For @soulreserve