Rainy Day

Monk in RainGetting up in the morning, rolling out of bed, finding everything to head out to the beach to take some morning photos… you can hear the rain slap the metal outside like a drummer with bad rhythm.

You go anyway.

Sometimes braving the rain gives you some great contrast shots – sometimes it gives you the muted colors of a sunrise through clouds and an empty beach, with no stray humans running into your frame, drawn as if moths to light. Sometimes you get the best shots this way, by going when no one else will.

And sometimes, like this morning, it’s just haze grey at the beach with the spray from the waves merged perfectly with the grey clouds – a harmony of monochrome that lacks any frame of reference.

Sometimes, it’s just a rainy day.

That’s more life than most people understand.

Some of us dare to get up every morning and go look.

Wings

XXI Century IcarusQuietly he stands, cloaks his
Self-esteem about his shoulders…
Fledgling, uncomfortable, his wings
Bear his weight, he alights
At a table nearby to
Find company,
Companionship,
From one who might,
From one who may,
From one who’s laugh
Will let him stay.
That’s the trouble with wings.
They’re only good until you get there.