Brown Eyes Crying

 

 

Brown Eyes Crying

Brown eyes crying

In the dark

Drifting forever

On a sea of tears

A long times gone

Just drifting forever

Through endless nights

On a sea of tears

Brown eyes crying

On a sea of tears

Drifting forever

As is the past

Like the mist

Has crept over her

Forlorn and blue

Our love never

Had a chance

It was like a sad song

With never any wrong

A love in a mist

In a sea of tears

We could never exist

In hearts gone cold

Brown eyes crying

In the dark

Drifting forever

On a sea of tears

A long times gone

Just drifting forever

Through endless nights

On a sea of tears

Brown eyes crying

On a sea of tears

Drifting forever

Brown eyes crying

On a sea of tears

Drifting forever

A través de las montañas

 

Es verano aquí en Nicaragua ahora. Pero como en cualquier otra parte del mundo, los patrones climáticos han sido estropeados. Últimamente ha habido mucha lluvia, trayendo temperaturas más frescas. Ha pasado una semana desde que finalmente lo hice por diversión fotográfica. Era un hermoso día cálido y soleado. Un poco tarde en la mañana para la mejor iluminación. La neblina era un poco molesto para tratar.

Fue en un pasado lunes que me acompañó un buen amigo de Nica. Había conseguido sus servicios el día anterior. Subimos su motocicleta con gas. Luego nos fuimos cruzando por las montañas. Habían pasado muchos años desde que viajaba en moto.

Me atrajo una perilla de roca en la cima de la montaña como se muestra en la foto. Los exuberantes verdes del paisaje han desaparecido hace tiempo. Sustituido por la tierra seca. Hay una tremenda profundidad aquí en la foto. Desde el primer plano hasta el fondo se le da una sensación de profundidad vertical y horizontal. Verá edificios en la esquina izquierda de la foto. Te dan la escala de sentido a toda la composición. La perilla de la roca es sólo una parte de mi composición, pero está allí. Dejé que el cielo fuera la mitad de la foto. Así, una sensación de inmensidad total que son las montañas. En este tipo de trabajo quiero que usted vea la sensación de una sensación 3D.

Voy a cerrar ahora, hasta la próxima semana. Así que hasta la próxima semana feliz senderos

Through The Mountains

It is summer here in Nicaragua now. But like everywhere else in the world, the weather patterns have been messed up. Lately there has been plenty of rain, bringing cooler temperatures. It has been a week now since I finally made it out for some photographic fun. It was a beautiful warm sunny day. A little late in the morning for the best lighting. The haze was a little annoying to deal with.

It was on a Monday past that I was joined by a good Nica friend. I had secured his services the day before. We topped off his motorcycle with gas. Then away we went cruising through the mountains. It had been many years since I traveled by motorcycle.

I was attracted by a rock knob on the mountain top as shown in the photo. The lush greens of the landscape is long gone. Replaced by parched earth. There is tremendous depth here in the photo. From foreground to background you are given a sense of depth vertically and horizontally. You will see buildings in the left corner of photo. They give you the sense scale to the whole composition. The rock knob is only a portion of my composition, but is there. I allowed the sky to be half of the photo. Thus a sense of overall vastness that are the mountains. In this type of work I want you to envision the feeling of a 3D feel.

I will close now, till next week. So until next week happy trails

Off We Go

 

Off We Go

The sun is coming up

Peeking through the trees

The birds are singing

The clouds are fleeing..

Grandpa gone to the barn

Off we go…

Through the ocean of grass

The wind she’s a blowing

Just me and the hound

Over the field,we bound

Full of joy and laughter

A boy and his dog…

Spring is here

The flowers are blooming

Across the field, down by the hedge

The grouse are drumming

Off we go…

An old logging road beckons

Calling to the hound

Down the road we bound

Off we go…

Hurrying past the barn

Grandpa milking the cows

Calling to the hound

His nose to the ground

Off we go…

A rabbit goes a running

The hound in pursuit

Just a baying

Off we go…

Through the sugar maple bush

That ole rabbit goes…

Twisting and a turning

We follow in a rush

That ole rabbit been around

For me and the hound

Now going slow…

Give up the hunt

With his tongue hanging

Comes the hound

Nose to the ground

Going slow…

Grandpa gone to the barn

Off we go…

Through the ocean of grass

The wind she’s a blowing

Just me and the hound

Over the field,we bound

Full of joy and laughter

A boy and his dog…

Oh So Lonesome

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Cascada-Blanca

Oh So Lonesome

Have you ever gotten

That feeling, of feeling lonely

Of feeling,oh so lonesome

In a cold,cold home

Her love is gone

Her heart turned cold

As cold as a stone

I think I’m in the Arctic

I feel so benumbed

Her angry words frosty

Like the cold North wind

You left me behind

I know I am to blame

I asked for your forgiveness

But you had no mercy

I know we have been

Through troubled waters

She told me, she had no trust

I was like the dust

Blowing in the wind

She had made up her mind

To leave me behind

Have you ever gotten

That feeling, of feeling lonely

Of feeling,oh so lonesome

In a cold,cold home

Oh so lonesome

In a cold,cold home

Oh so lonesome

In a cold,cold home

Oh My Gosh

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Rivas, Nicaragua. At the ferry landing Lac Nicaragua

Oh My Gosh

I was told by my mamma

That I would meet, a lady

That would take my breath away

That was my destiny

Well just the other day

I saw my destiny

She stood there looking

Doe eyed and sweet

I was all a flutter

Tongue in a knot

She said hello

I thought I melted

Oh my gosh

Oh my gosh

Well you know

I found my tongue

But all I could say

Oh my gosh

She wore a red dress

Tight and alluring

Those smoky eyes

Kept pulling me closer

Those soft red lips

Just a teasing me

Long black hair

Straight and sparkling

She got swinging hips

Oh, those shapely legs

What a pretty lady that

Oh my gosh

I’ll take you in my arms

Hold you tight

Tell you, you are my destiny

To the end of time

I just want to

I just want to

Make love to you

Oh my gosh

Oh my gosh

Oh my gosh

I have met my destiny

She takes my breath away

Buscando el Cielo

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Buscando el Cielo

( Looking For Heaven )

Como me acuesto en la cama

Cubierto en la oscuridad

De noche

La noche suena más allá

La ventana

Tengo que pensar en el cielo

Tal vez he estado buscando

En todos los lugares equivocados

Pensé un poco más

me pregunto

Donde esta el cielo

Está más allá

Las estrellas

Tal vez debajo de mis pies

Pero cuando miro

Las profundidades de mi amor

Ojos café oscuro

Tengo esa sensación

Que he encontrado

Mi cielo

Veo paz y tranquilidad

Un amor tan profundo

Mi alma está en reposo

Mi corazón se regocija

Porque ahí está mi cielo

Profundo en esos ojos marrones oscuros

Ken Bennison

Looking For Heaven

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Looking For Heaven

As I lie in bed

Covered in the darkness

Of night

The night sounds beyond

The window

I got to thinking about heaven

Maybe I have been looking

In all the wrong places

I thought some more

I ask myself

Where is heaven

Is it up beyond

The stars

Maybe below my feet

But when I look into

The depths of my love’s

Dark brown eyes

I get that feeling

That I have found

My heaven

I see peace and tranquility

A love so deep

My soul is at rest

My heart rejoices

For there is my heaven

Deep in those dark brown eyes

Ken Bennison

A Boy is Born

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A Boy is Born

Twas in the city

Of Matagalpa

On a damp, wet night

In the poor side of town

A boy is born

The father long gone

His Mother all alone

He haunted the streets

In Matagalpa

He begged for food

Stole when he could

Learned to be a fighter

To survive the streets

In Matagalpa

Coming of age

He shined shoes

Then joined the army

Told them, he wanted

To be a truck driver

As the years moved on

He saved his money

Bid his time, left the army

Started a trucking business

In Matagalpa

He was now a self-made

Businessman

The trucks became numerous

The money being made

For the boy, now a man

In Matalgalpa

He married his sweetheart

A daughter was born

He never dreamed of

Raised with love

Promised her an education

That he couldn’t have

Ken Bennison

Deja – vu All Over Again

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Concepcion Volcano, Ometepe Island, Nicaragua

Deja – vu All Over Again

Got me a red Mustang

Wrapped around me

Cruising down the blacktop

Doing a hundred and twenty

Far away stars lighting

My world

The landscape blurring behind me

As the night draws down

I can’t get her

Out of my mind

Her image haunts me

Like a dark shadow

My mind is tormented

My mind is in a fog

For the love.. for the love

Of a girl

Deja – vu all over again

The burdens and weaknesses

It is a road not taken

For the love of a girl

Deja-vu….

Deja – vu all over again

Deja – vu all over again

The tenderness of being loved

To feel the love, freely given

Light as a feather

Deep as the sea…

Waiting on a Sunday

To feel the love

To promise you

All of my tomorrows

The landscape blurring behind me

Just me and my mustang

Lost in thought

Waiting on a Sunday