What gets left behind
with our unmade minds
forever rushing?
What do we leave behind
if we did not take the
the time to notice?
What is no longer mine
because neither you nor I
could take our time?
12/02/2024 j.g.l.
look around
Be thankful
for what you have, for
what you have to let go of,
and for those who are still
with you. Gratitude comes
in many forms. Look around.
Be thankful.
j.g.l.
cloud songs
It is only silence and only
for now, a minute or three
but who is counting?
Enough, for now.
Slight Repose, a little grace,
enough until you have
found your place. Might be
morning, or the end of the day,
yet it is time to yourself anyway.
For now.
11/29/2024 j.g.l.
I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
Keep Looking
Posted on November 6, 2022 by j.g.lewis
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Two mornings this past week, early by any standards and with only consideration as opposed to planning, I stepped out into a city enveloped in fog.
I was inspired and took with me my camera.
Away from the sleepy condos of downtown Toronto, I ventured to the lakeshore and, balancing what little light there was with what little direction or familiarity I had with the landscape, I began to make photographs of the beauty and truth unfolding in front of me.
I was pulled into the reality I felt, content with what I saw (even as it changed as daylight became more apparent).
The first morning I was fumbling with my equipment, learning by trial and error you might say. The second morning, two days later — augmented y the experience of the first morning — I felt a little more freedom to indulge my creativity.
Each day provided a different kind of satisfaction.
My reality, from day to day, changes. In looking back now at the images I captured, I do see the reality I was trying to uncover almost as much as what was there.
I know I will keep looking.
11/06/2022 j.g.l.
