A Reflection in the Chrome (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The blues, purples, yellow, gold baked into the chrome pipes of the classic Harley draw me to you, my camera, ...
The blues, purples, yellow, gold baked into the chrome pipes of the classic Harley draw me to you, my camera, ...
Camera and snowshoes, head down, focused on the little things, the tracks in the layered crust of snow, ice and ...
The morning glories, in afternoon glory shining in the bright fall sun luminescent, transparent, translucent colors bleeding through their skin ...
Perfect droplets cling to the purple skin the liquid flesh of the tulip bloom holding on, for moments more before ...
Fidgety, shy, tremulous introverted royalty hide, run, burst to flight normally, as I approach with my predatory posture sudden motion ...
All starched and primped we were quite a sight, marching into the courthouse hand in hand, we walked waiting to ...
The camera caught the water froze it at a moment of time preserved as drops, bits of eternity etched right ...
A burst of pink, or a little purple in a field of shades of green a bee oasis a camera ...
A Texas twang would be better than a yankee accent so picture it soundin' southern this little story I'll share ...
A forgotten bit of space dust heralded before its fizzle but a wealth, a treasure for this son, sharing a ...
Maybe those who believe A piece of your soul Is stolen with each photograph taken Are right Reflecting back over ...
Walking on the path Looking for a gator Down by the water A star preens for me And my camera ...
Color mismatch Movement out of place A short, broke yew, late in the summer Dark green, Leather skin Shiny Broken ...
Foggy morning On the Vineyard In Aquinnah Wet chair, hot coffee Sip in the heat Shake the daze Camera and ...
Sneakers of mud Squish between my toes Move to the music Unhinge my spine Rain upon me Don't have a ...
Oh how to tell the tale to spin the yarn, to pull you in Bring you along, down memory road ...
Pillows of light, white snow Atop the raspberry bramble At the back of the yard The edge of the wild ...
Hair just so in her pretty pig tails Don't you know "How do I look, daddy?" Drips from her lips ...
No one's timetable governed our steps up with the first light long before the sun rose over the slate blue ...
How fast can your move backward while in a crouched position with your eye in the viewfinder of a manual ...
I go back to the scene where the two men embrace & grapple a handgun at stomach level between them. ...
I am THE SEX GODDESS OF THE WESTERN HEMISPHERE so don't mess with me I've got a big bag full ...
A man is bending his wife. He is bending her around something that she has bent herself around. She is ...
Would you hear a Wild tale of adventure Of a hero who tackled the sea, A super-man swimming the ocean, ...
The blue forest, chilled and blue, like the lips of the dead if the lips were gone. The year has ...
FROM his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer, wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns. How ...
As he grew famousâ?"ah, but what is fame?â?" he lost his old obsession with his name, things seemed to matter ...
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