Monday, October 13, 2014

Angels at the Feeder

Anna's Hummingbird
Say hello to one of my buddies in east Issaquah, Washington.

I shot this with a Nikon 1 V2 using a 1 Nikkor VR 70-300 mm f/4.5-5.6 at 35 mm equivalent of 810 mm, handheld. I used a flash to stop the wings so we can see this hummer like we never really can. These little guys at the edge of the city are quite shy, and easily spooked! They sure are challenging and fun to shoot! I love my little angelic friends...

Thanks for looking!


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Sunday, September 14, 2014

Power of Stripes

Last night, from no beginning and no end,
that tiger was loose within me again!
I am afraid of him; so by his striped thick scruff,
I mightily threw him down for another new start.

My mind thinks he's a dangerous and magnificent pain!
Always snarling, growling, snapping, and gnashing
at me with his fangs. As he falls, he shouts at me,
"You always want someone to endlessly blame."

Sometimes I think that tiger is a sick bastard...
He's called "Power," but that's not his real name.
Lying silently, he endlessly plots, and plans my demise.
And, with me, he's always so angry and flustered!

With his savage and raw predatory power
he tries to overwhelm my four good friends.
We're always battling for my soul, 
but it's always a draw; so he just pouts and glowers.

Power shows himself every week or so. 
He's always ready to destroy part of my self. 
"You're my friend!" he says. But he's unpredictable
in his efforts to teach me to be meek.

With a god's force, he says,"Fight like a tiger! Embrace 
these bright days and dark nights!" And when the exhausting
battle ends, he always says, "Why do we fight
these pointless battles to regain your Grace?"

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Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Convex Visions

Rainbows and storms
fill the mirror that
glares in my face.
Nothing could be less norm,
or leaves me more bare
than my fear of Grace.

Perhaps Dante is right...
Do I make God wait?
Ghosts sometimes stalk my soul
from my mirror that lights
that rearward view; they try
to make me their final goal.

Darkness and Light
gloats as thunderbolts pass...
Gleefully, they intertwine behind,
canceling out that inner fight...
I drive faster from them, but
they still close into my mind.

It's hard to run ahead
when looking to the rear.
I can't help my self,
its the unknown it still dreads!
But, I ram head-on into the newness,
not yet seeing all it's new wealth...

Maybe I should just stop
and let the thunderbolts catch me!
Convex mirrors do deceive,
you know! So, I'll let those 'bolts drop
into my mind, and let my Self heal.
Hell, I'll even let my Soul breathe...

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Tuesday, January 21, 2014

The Balm of the Night

I've known I was odd
since I was young.
Parents and teachers told me so...
Shackled by that label,
I grow restless and bold.

I remember seeing things
that weren't there. Like that "odd bond,"
daring myself to break free.
With hope, I bare my soul
and dream to see what life brings.

I desire beautiful sights,
and in my mind's eye
happily I taste it, and
while it touches my spirit,
I bathe in it's light.

Sometimes I see wondrous
old and new visions of beauty,
freshly painted by the morning's dew.
They pierce me like arrows of light; oh,
I yearn with desire to hear that thunder...

I'm told I'm odd, and I've never fit
into the usual molds, always different,
yet not meaning to be.
Its my nature to fly, but this self-made
halsband keeps me in a snit.

Wanting to be free of the bight's

restricting grip, I strain in my
fight for freedom and

quietly express myself
usually late at night.

Yes... When all is quiet, and all is calm,
I dream of beauty and light, and while
I'm there I don't strain with all my might.

There, where I'm normal, and restful,
I'm touched with God's soothing balm.

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Monday, November 11, 2013

Veteran's Day in the United States of America

For all of the men and women who put on a military uniform that I had the pleasure of serving with, my utmost respect and prayers for you this Veteran's Day. Especially for my family, Gerald Hesley, my father, Dennis and Denese Hesley, Jan Hesley, Bill King, and Joe King. Thank you all for your service to the people of the United States of America.


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