Sometimes:
the sky is too big to see
Sometimes:
it plays tricks on us
Sometimes:
we forget how small we really are
Sometimes:
the sky gets angry
Sometimes:
we need to cut it into small bits
so we may swallow it
without chocking
Sometimes:
we forget how lucky we are
We should all take a moment each day
images © tamaya
Widowed Without A Manual 
This series of photos started one day a month ago, sitting on my roof looking at the sky through a mirror. I did this because I was getting a sore neck looking up. I soon discovered how intense and spectacular the moving clouds looked as, a reflection in my mirror. Surrounding the mirror with black I intensified it even more. This has now led me to a new series of photos and paintings.
I think my winter is filling up before it even gets here.
I hope you all enjoy this little moment.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Absolutely- your writing, photography is amazing!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Lance!
Playing with different mediums is fun and at times clears the mind. I appreciate your encouragement.
LikeLike
Great poetry, and you really have created powerful images of the sky that way, Tamaya. The interaction with the silhouette heightens it. Taking a moment to appreciate life, be grateful that we have the sky at all, is very good advice.
LikeLiked by 1 person
thank you Steve!
It is very interesting how it intensifies the shy, isn’t it? The first image where I happen to capture my own image surprised me, it was just a sliver but I was pulled in by it so I then started to include it in my concentration. I am enjoying the experimenting and of course ones mind seems to run on high octane when that happens heheh. I am sure you know about this. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
It is interesting, and I say keep experimenting, Tamaya; nothing like following a path to see where it will lead.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I will Steve 🙂 . Took an odd turn yesterday, I had watched a film and in it was mentioned how everything we write is on our computers and what if everything goes kuput. So I am printing off all my poems from 2013 onward. Yesterday was the dear diary ones. wow 129 pages, 141 poems. What a stack!
very interesting going back to read.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wow, that is certainly playing it safe. And I’m a little concerned about my work. Oh well, I’m going to risk it. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
well there is always the back up of wordpress I suppose, but if you have others I would hate for you to loose them.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Because I have a lot of computer code, digital images, and so on, I have hard disk backups. Actually after reading your comment I was inspired to do a backup. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person