I am…

I am the rocks as the waves come crashing to shore.

I am the beach, as the waves caress the sand.

I am the light guiding ships to safe harbor.

I am…

I am the mountains standing tall to touch the heavens.

I am the dirt that builds the foundation for which to stand.

I am the leaves that make the forest dance.

I am…

I am nothing to some, everything to all.

I am the whispers of the wind, the voice of thunder.

My bounty is plentiful but not unlimited.

I am…

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Perhaps it’s time that I talk about something long buried, that I’ve hidden from the world in the hope that over time, it would vanish.

That I am afraid. Our lives have defining moments where we are left with two options; do we climb or do we fall?

Each decision a branch on our tree, creating endless ripples of what could of been and what will never be.

 I move forward and at the same time I stay exactly where I was, unmoving. I watch as the branch next to me crumbles and cling to my branch for dear life.

The wind begins to pick up and I pray that the branch chosen is strong enough to withstand any storm and should it begin to crack, I find the courage to keep climbing. That I will one day touch the sunlit canopy, and look back to see the branches I chose still standing strong; reaching their hands to catch me should I fall. And should I have stood upon a branch filled with rot, to have the knowledge to nourish the branch till leaves begin to sprout and the strength to severe the limb should the rot spread. 

Should I reach the top, I hope to see the forest and look far beyond the canopy of green that lays before me. To look at the thick roots down below; an intricate network of connections that keeps the forest alive. For if one tree suffers, the whole forest begins to die. And it is true that the strong nourish the weak but it is also true that the weak nourish the strong. And should the forest burn, from the ashes life begins anew.


Content from the Grave

When I found this draft, all it had was the title and the first line. So I expanded. This post was always meant to be a reflection of life and I wanted the words to be up to the reader to interpret. What is the forest? What do the branches represent? Is this referring to the individual or the group? Both?

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Hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading! Thoughts? Comments? Sound off below and I’ll do my best to respond.

A walk through time; a poem by Mike Cole

In the meadow, the birds sang

Golden hues bathed crimson flowers

The river whistled, water playfully splashing

A foot stepped, and trees began to sprout.

 

In the forest, the sun hide and the trees left echoes

Dirt cushioned each step, and the moss turned to greet the visitor

And when night fell, the fire flickered.

 

A blue hue began to take hold,

The universe revealing itself in all it’s cosmic glory.

Stars sparkling speaking of past events.

If there ever was a way to travel through time,

It was here…

 

So,

For a moment,

Time stood still. No motion. No control. Only a spectator left to wonder.


Funds to send Mike to Mars

I love producing content. As I grow as an individual, so does my content. What was once acceptable now isn’t. As such, more time is spent working on each post. I do all edits, research, and content creation. Whether it’s taking photos for a post one day to writing poetry the next, my blog is keeping me busy. Donations are appreciated and are used to invest in creative pursuits whether that be writing classes, art lessons, and anything in-between.

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Photography: As done by an Amateur

“Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.” – Harriet Tubman


So far, the reception to my photography has been wonderful. I go out, take photos, and then share them. As far as content goes, photography has been a blast and affords me a post where I can sit back and simply chat.

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So these photos were actually taken early August. Instead of the most obvious photos, I opted to wander and try and notice the little things; subjects that you wouldn’t think make great photos.

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Of course, my favorite subject is pathways and I really don’t think people appreciate them nearly enough. It’s fascinating to find walking trails and realize that most, naturally form over time, as one individual pushes forward and others follow. I often wonder why, when wandering through the woods, some areas have trails while others do not.

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There is something beyond peaceful about forests. In this shot, it was later in the day. As you can tell, the lighting is intense and gorgeous for a walk. I might have to start playing around with taking photos at different times throughout the day and seeing what my favorite hour for taking photos is.

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I never thought much of dandelions until I had a proper camera in hand. A weed to some, an object of beauty to others. While not the most interesting shot, I thought it was still worth adding.

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As you might’ve noticed, there is a lot more variety in this post. However, eventually I will need to venture further and plan photography trips to capture the photos I want; retreading the same ground only gets you so far.

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And that’s it! Until next time!


Funds to send Mike to Mars

I love producing content. As I grow as an individual, so does my content. What was once acceptable now isn’t. As such, more time is spent working on each post. I do all edits, research, and content creation. Whether it’s taking photos for a post one day to writing poetry the next, my blog is keeping me busy. Donations are appreciated and are used to invest in creative pursuits whether that be writing classes, art lessons, and anything in-between.

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