At the Atlanta Aquarium; funny how a pane of glass separates us, and sneakers, shown in the reflection, stand in awe and fascination. If there were no glass, the feet in those sneakers may be running wildly in the other direction.
Sharing Poet Hair II from my previous photo blog, Lowe Aperture:
this is a theme I’m interested in pursuing, as my hair has always been part of how people used to recognize me, (the girl with the really long hair!). Most of the time-actually all of the time-the attention was unwanted. It’s not as long now, and maybe a little tinted with henna, but I remind myself of that Korean proverb: a poet’s hair can cut rock. It’s a reminder as how to be. It inspires me in many ways. These are unposed, random strands of hair, after a wash, edited on an iPhone 6 plus.
hot sun; harsh rays bolt
from the sky; looking down, soft
palms, dirty on stone