The Gardener
The Gardener
A long day in the sun…
The Gardener
A long day in the sun
Raking
Weeding
Nurturing
Laboring to make things grow
Now it is time to rest
Tools cleaned and lined up
Looking back with satisfaction
to everything accomplished
Now let nature do her part
Gawain's Bane
Gawain's Bane
Living bewildered in the wilderness…
Living bewildered in the wilderness
Seeking, seeing, knowing
Cernunnos, Lud, and Silvanas
Fertility
Going through the never-ending cycle
Death and rebirth
The Preacher
The Preacher
Look at them…
The Preacher
Look at them
They have no clue!
They need him to explain, to lecture, to guide
And he knows!
They come to hear him every week
The sinners!
Sometimes they talk
But why should he listen?!
He knows better
Proverbs 18:2 A fool finds no pleasure in understanding but delights in airing his own opinions
He will tell them what to do!
He doesn't need to hear them
As long as they listen to be saved!
The Vintage Car Club
The Vintage Car Club
Chrome Reflections…
The Vintage Car Club
Chrome Reflections
Spoked Wheels
Polished Wood
Middle Aged Men Conversing
...my twin carburetor
nice paint job...
Tarmac Nostalgia
Champagne During Golden Hour
The Carpenter
The Carpenter
Lovingly he caresses his tools…
The Carpenter
Lovingly he caresses his tools
The image in his mind is to come alive
His dream of greatness
Creating
Carving
Craving for fulfillment
Then steel cuts into wood
The Miller
The Miller
Round, and round, and round, and round…
The Miller
Round, and round, and round, and round,
the wheels are grinding
and the ground
grain fills the air with dust
It is just
if the wind is talking
and telling a tale
the wooden wheels are turning
and churning
the miller's tale
The Prisoner
The Prisoner
Outside is light…
The Prisoner
Outside is light
Freedom
What brought me here?
Can't remember
Stupidity
If I only was tall enough to reach it
Then I could see more
At least there is the sky
Look, a bird!
She's free
The Parking Attendant
The Parking Attendant
Good morning sir!
The Parking Attendant
Good morning sir!
Yes, it is broken
Please let me put your ticket in
There you go, it opens
Have a great day!
At The Pool
At The Pool
Deck chairs in a row…
At The Pool
Deck chairs in a row
Inviting her to lay down
To be admired
The hot sun scorching white skin
Waiters with cocktails
Tiny umbrellas making cubes tinkle
Reflections from the pool
White and black patterns
Dizzying, confusing
Too hot to move
White hurts the eye
Even the water is warm
The Whaler
The Whaler
Standing upright in the small boat, his eyes searching…
The Whaler
Standing upright in the small boat, his eyes searching
They spotted the pod from the big ship
Now it is up to him to bring the treasure home
This is the moment he has waited for
This is the moment he longed for in his dreams
The harpoon in his hands feels like Poseidon's trident
Where is Leviathan?
Where is his foe?
Suddenly the waters start to roar
The rowers increase their speed
There she is!
He raises his weapon, ready to strike.
Then he sees her eye
Struck with sadness
Grief fills his heart
The harpoon is lowered
A mighty tail waves goodbye
The Driver
The Driver
She was beautiful…
The Driver
She was beautiful.
She still was beautiful.
Lovingly his hand caressed her black curves.
Sixty years.
Sixty years already?
He remembered the day he first met her; how he fell in love.
He remembered when they went out the first time.
Her trembling, responding to his hands.
Sixty years is a long time.
Together they had served.
He remembered when the old lady was a young child.
They had taken her out.
To the park.
They waited while the child and her nanny walked beneath the trees.
Ice cream spills, lovingly wiped off.
Then came school.
They had taken her every day.
Books thrown in; boyfriends too.
Music on the radio, stolen kisses.
He always looked away.
The wedding!
He had dressed her with garlands.
The white flowers painting promises on her black skin.
The young couple laughing.
He was proud.
They had shared sadness.
The funeral.
How they took the lady to the grave.
They were first in line.
Behind the hearse.
Today was their last day.
He was old, she was old.
Too old to serve.
He drove her home.
One last time.
The Firefighter
The Firefighter
Black smoke in the distance…
The Firefighter
Black smoke in the distance
Going there
Fear
Always fear
Will it ever go away?
Black smoke coming nearer
Almost there
Volunteer
Why did I volunteer?
Now I have to go in
Only one question left
Will there be enough water?