The Second Quarter of 2015, A Sampler of Photographs

I'm working on my fifth year of a 365 photography project. Every day, I make a photograph.

A photograph a day, marks the year, the passage of time - a kind of visual diary.

Today marks the end of the second quarter of the year...half-way through 2015.

April, May, and June have been the quarter of spring. Spring, when the earth awakens from the cold dark winter, and growth is expected, demanded. Spring appears to be a gentle unfolding, but it is a hard, sometimes brutal process.

For a seed to achieve its greatest expression, 

it must come completely undone. 

The shell cracks, its insides come out and 

everything changes. 

To someone who doesn't understand growth, 

it would look like complete destruction. 

~ Cynthia Occelli

 Following is a sample of the photographs for April, May, and June.

"If Only You Knew"

While spring is taking over the days, I try to hold it still for a moment.

Krisna Selfies, a different kind of blooming

"Don't Stop Believing"

Bleeding Heart, back-lit by the rising sun

Wake up: This world that you dream holds nothing to fear. ~Rumi
Between the storms,

Love said to me, there is nothing that is not me. Be silent. ~Rumi
Dogwood

Cookie Fortune: Suppose you can get what you want...

"Dust Cries Out," sculpture by K Swenholt

Full Moon in Scorpio, Potomac River

Flyover, Washington, DC. B-29, Superfortress, a heavy, long-range, four-engined bomber used during World War II

A worn old suitcase, for sale in a thrift shop.

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Summer naps, summer dreams

After a long hot summer day,
a nap is called for, 
to escape
from the day, 
from the heat of the afternoon

Escape to dream of a cool breeze that moves 
across your skin like the thinnest of silk

And if the dreaming doesn't last, 
rise to the day 
and to hope
that dreams will come true
~ Original prose & photograph by Terry Rowe. 







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the Couple

The couple sitting at the corner table are so focused on each other that they exclude the world.

He leans toward her, reaches out and lightly brushes a her hair from her face.

They talk, looking into each other's eyes.

She pats his arm and touches his hand.

He takes her hand in his, still talking softly.

             Are they new lovers or have they known each other for years?

             Have they just found each other after years of searching?

They get up to leave the cafe, holding hands as they begin to walk the path back to town.

May each one of us, some day, know the sweetness of such love.

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the muse

sometimes the muse is silent
a query for inspiration
for a voice
is met with silence
a stillness that is filled with no

all I can do is wait
wait for her to return from some distant place I cannot go

while I wait I clear out
clear my mind, sweep the dust from the corners
shake out my thoughts
gently wash my heart with tears

because I know
if my muse is missing
she's been pushed away by all the clutter of life
the unsaid words
the unshed tears
I need to clear a space for her to return

so I tidy up
get ready
and I wait




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The Dream that Lingers

Waking to loss,
a sorrowing that runs a thread through the day.

The dream
lingers,
like foggy mist clinging
to the trees. 

Even as the sun struggles through the grayness.

Dreaming of the beloved, and
of a life that is not,
may not ever,
Be.
























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Reading Rumi

But listen to me:
for one moment,
quit being sad.
Hear blessings dropping their blossoms
around you. God.
~ Rumi, The Essential Rumi

I want to see you.

Know your voice.

Recognize you when
you first come 'round
the corner.

Sense your scent when I come into a room
you've just left.

Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.

Become familiar with the way you purse your lips
then let them part, just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space and kiss you.

I want to know the joy
of how you whisper 'more.'
~ Rumi, The Essential Rumi

My sweet heart,
you have aroused my passion,
your touch has filled me
with desire,
I am no longer separate
from you,
these are precious moments,
I beseech you,
don’t let me wait.
~ Rumi, The Essential Rumi












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Let Go

Let go.
Let your sorrows and fears drift on the wind, float away.

Let go.
See the world with new eyes and fresh hope,
For a new dream, a dream realized, a dream fulfilled.

Some day, some day soon,
Your dream will come floating into your life,
As light and as gentle as a feather.

That dream will be yours to keep,
That dream will be your own to cherish.

Let go so that your empty hands can receive,
And your lonely heart be filled with love.

Let go.
Bless me father, mother, god
Hold me in your light
Let me be gentle and kind and fearless.

Let go.




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Lessons Learned from Rock Climbing

I remember the first time I went rock climbing...I really didn't know what I was getting into. My girlfriend was dating a climber, and she wanted me to go with her on her first climb. Why not? It seemed like a good way to spend a summer Saturday.

Climbing up the rock face was easy, easier then I thought it would be. My entire focus was on looking up, on listening to my guide as he directed me to my next hand or foothold. I had a guide and I was roped up, so even if I fell, I would be caught.

Reaching the top of the cliff was a triumph. I'd made it. Top of the world. I was a little wobbly from the climb but exhilarated by the height, by the experience. We rested.

Too soon it was time to go back down, and we had to move quickly. There was a storm moving in, and by the look of the black char on the nearby rock ridge, lightening strikes were common.

My guide hooked me back into my harness and then I realized exactly what he expected me to do next. I was supposed to step backwards – over the edge of the cliff and walk down, perpendicular, to the wall. I froze. Step backwards? Over the cliff? Walk perpendicular to the wall? Seriously? Did I mention I have a fear of falling? Sure I was harnessed, but seriously? 

My guide was great; he didn’t get angry or short with me. He gently talked me through my fear. I called “on belay,” and stepped over the cliff, one step at a time.

Once I’d cleared the edge, secure in my harness, and standing on the cliff wall I began to walk down. Halfway down my guide called out for me to let go and just fall. “I’ve got you,” he said.

So I did. Let go. 

The harness, the rope, held me in the air and I was lowered to the ground.

I’ve been thinking a lot, about letting go, about the kind of courage it takes to let go…especially if you don’t know what is going to happen when you do. Let go. Recalling my rock climbing experience is useful as a reminder of how letting go can work.

Lessons Learned:
Letting go is scary. Get a good guide. Someone who knows what they’re doing, someone you trust, someone who will catch you if you fall. Trust yourself; trust your guide, and your preparations. You may fall, you may even get banged up (a little)…but you’ll survive and you’ll have a story to tell.
Reaching your goal (top of the mountain) is obtainable, even easy, if you trust your guide, keep your eye on the goal, and are prepared.

Have a dream, believe the dream, receive the dream.

Wouldn’t you rather risk a fall, risk it all, to live life to the fullest?

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How to Forget

She had forgotten,

what was possible...

So managed to live a quiet, steady life.

Veil lifted to reveal,

The enormity of possibility overwhelmed.

Standing on the edge of life,

She wondered how to forget, if she could forget,

What she now remembered.

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Seven (7) Haiku

1.
If you only knew,
how often I think of you.
Could you stay away?

2.
The singing birds of dawn,
find me already awake.
I am fleeing dreams.

3.
The day's duties call,
the dog must go outside.
I wait for the light.

4.
Dream mist enfolds me.
I am caught between two worlds.
Light can set me free.

5.
The cool air of night,
drifts through the open window.
I stand, shivering.

6.
I ask for guidance.
I can hear only silence.
I wait for a sign.

7.
Rain strikes the window.
The bed is warm, my room dark.
You sleep, I must go.




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Forgotten Dream

In an abandoned farmhouse,
Vacant doorways and shattered windows invite the outside in.

The rooms are empty,
Misty echoes of voices grope along the edges of the walls,
Only ghosts reside in this place now.

In the last room a silvered mirror reveals a simple dress.

Waiting to be worn to one last party,
One more dance,
A forgotten dream.

 ~photograph & prose by Terry Rowe





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