Charcoal Sun Standing in the light of a charcoal sunIrradiated and consumed by dark particlesThrough haze, I can barely seeI shield my eyes from the lightMy hands burnMy clothes are worn awayMy skin is raw There is no shade R. Foster
What is it that grabs a street photographers eye – something interesting, something unique, a pattern, a person, an evolving situation? Well, I’d guess all of the above. Of course, we hope that “thing” that grabs our attention leads to an incredible image. But, as street photographers, we have to admit that taking the image […]
I heard the music long before I got there. Loud, punchy, raucous rock guitar. Someone with a gravelly voice, sort of off-key, singing a song I’d never heard before. That definitely tinny, oddly echoing sound was obviously amplified. If I had to guess, the volume knob was turned all the way up to “I-coulda-been-a-70’s-rock-superstar” loud.
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore– and then run Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over– like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load Or does it explode? Langston Hughes – Harlem […]
…There have been times that I thought I couldn’t last for long But now I think I’m able to carry on It’s been a long, a long time coming But I know a change is gonna come, Oh yes it will Sam Cooke – A Change is Gonna Come