Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage


[There is a pleasure in the pathless woods] George Gordon Byron There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal. Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean–roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; … Continue reading Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage

Raw Moments in Time


There are moments in life you don’t want to edit . . . because time is of the essence . . .you want to capture the moment …embrace it….and hold on to it as tightly as your heart can stand it . . .Sometimes the raw moments of life are also the truth that reminds us that we are alive but any moment it can all change . . . Oh, the inevitable truth that we are so temporary . . . the fear of whether we will be remembered when we are gone . . . and the knowing … Continue reading Raw Moments in Time

Thorns of Time (Part II)


Thorns of Time (part II)  by Maria Fokas I watched your words turn into stone.               – First you left;  And then, I said goodbye – One by one, tomorrows disappear, like candles end.              – Up in the sky, the clouds manifest in mystery,  First love recalls the fear of oneness, inevitable paths to claim Damn those walls, like mountaintops that never end.              – Losing leaves a painful sting behind,  A hovering shadow that clings on till we say farewell – We write, and write, and then forget the reasons why.              – A promise broken or misplaced, … Continue reading Thorns of Time (Part II)

The Thorns of Time


The Thorns of Time by Maria Fokas First, you left; Then, I let myself forget.              – I watched the days go by in silence Without a sign of love; I waited – I felt the thorns of time.              – I wept for the miracles The ones we left behind – Damn those walls we swore to ignore.              – All I ever wished for To find a truth, in loves that slip away – Stripped of dignity, by all the things I’ve done.              – My heart has turned against the tide Hope; the last to go – … Continue reading The Thorns of Time

Photography


  “You don’t make a photograph just with a camera. You bring to the act of photography all the pictures you have seen, the books you have read, the music you have heard, the people you have loved.”  – Ansel Adams                                                                                                                       … Continue reading Photography