Alpine ascent amid canyon spiral to the clouds...
3/4/13
3/2/13
3/1/13
2/28/13
2/27/13
2/26/13
2/25/13
Winter Leavings
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decay,
golden,
humus,
JR Snyder Jr,
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mobile photography,
organic,
phoenix,
prescott,
proem,
regeneration,
renewal,
seasons,
soil,
spring,
thistles,
visual art,
winter
2/23/13
Ashes Of Phoenix
Real Estate Boomtown going up in smoke...
Beware of market prophets in sheep's clothing, they're wolves.
Beware of market prophets in sheep's clothing, they're wolves.
Labels:
arizona,
boomtown,
bust,
developers,
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foreclosures,
fraud,
investors,
JR Snyder Jr,
land,
midtown,
mobile photography,
mortgages,
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real estate,
sheep,
visual art,
wolves
2/22/13
Desert Winter Afternoon
Labels:
American West,
arizona,
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city,
desert,
inca dove,
JR Snyder Jr,
mobile photography,
monochromatic,
nest,
phoenix,
prescott,
sepia,
sky,
southwest,
tree,
van dyke brown,
visual art,
winter
2/21/13
Granite Dells
Postcard from the past circa 1974...
We two siblings sat among big rocks
staring, thinking, wondering
having one of those silent talks...
Cross-legged our young life at crosswalk
gazing, reflecting, pondering
what were soul marks of chalk...
Unexpectedly we had lost paternal building block
furrowing, growing, thundering
heads compelled to take stock...
After a short while we packed up eyeshades
knapsacks, water bottles and day hiked out
to years layered upon decades,
like boulders enduring without doubt
soon forgetting the fragility that pervades,
every breath taken could still phaseout.
I sit alone now surrounded by same rocks
contemplating, reasoning, pardoning
mortal life for being a ticking clock.
We two siblings sat among big rocks
staring, thinking, wondering
having one of those silent talks...
Cross-legged our young life at crosswalk
gazing, reflecting, pondering
what were soul marks of chalk...
Unexpectedly we had lost paternal building block
furrowing, growing, thundering
heads compelled to take stock...
After a short while we packed up eyeshades
knapsacks, water bottles and day hiked out
to years layered upon decades,
like boulders enduring without doubt
soon forgetting the fragility that pervades,
every breath taken could still phaseout.
I sit alone now surrounded by same rocks
contemplating, reasoning, pardoning
mortal life for being a ticking clock.
Labels:
1974,
2012,
arizona,
boulders,
death,
evergreen,
grainite dells,
high desert,
JR Snyder Jr,
life,
mobile photography,
mortality,
moving forward,
poetry,
prescott,
siblings,
southwest,
verse,
visual art,
writing
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