Concepcion Volcano, Ometepe Island, Nicauraga
To watch the cloud movement around a volcano is an experience to behold. You could watch this for hours and the scene will constantly change.
I captured this cloud formation with just the peak showing. It appears like an island in the mist.
That is it for now. Happy trails
Concepcion Volcano, Ometepe Island, Nicauraga
I Asked Her Why
I sat by the window
When I saw her coming
She approached the door
I knew what was wrong
Her face was swollen
Her eyes blackened
A tear rolled down
Her cheek
I took her in my arms
As gently as I could
Holding her close
Asking her why
She said he was drunk
Just started swinging
For no reason at all
She ran out the door
With no where to run
She came to me
Knowing that I would
Comfort her
I held her away
Looking her in the eye
I asked her why
She allows this to happen
She hugged me hard
Said that I was
The only one who cared
For her
She whispered softly to me
That she finally realized
That I was the one
She truly loved
She began to cry
As I stroked her hair
I told her that
I loved her
My journey to Ometepe Island ended with this splendid view of a cloud formation over Lake Nicauraga. The lake was calm as the ferry headed back to the mainland. I spotted the cloud formation on the lake horizon. Paul Sanchez and I were standing where the cars and trucks were parked. There were only three vehicles in the cargo bay. Therefore we had a lot of room to walk around. The setting sun dramatized the clouds to a beautiful scene. In the coming weeks I will write on my day trip to Ometepe Island.
Well that is it for this week. Do come back for some beautiful scenes of the volcanoes on Ometepe Island. Until then happy trails
A Child’s Prayer
Dear God
I’m just a little boy
My Papa
He is gone
Just my mama and I
My sister, I do not know
Where she is
Dear God
As I kneel by my bed
To pray to you
My eyes are blurring
The tears they flow
Every night
Dear God
Please help me
Find my papa
My dear sister
They mean the whole world
To me
My papa
My mama
And my sister
Dear God
Please answer my prayers
I love my papa
I love my mamma
And my dear sister
Dear God
That is all I want
Is my papa
My sister
To come home
To be with mama and I
Dear God
I do not ask
Much from you
I know you are busy
I am just a little boy
My heart aches
For my family
Dear God
They are all I have
All I want
To be with
My papa
My mama
My sister
Thank you God
For listening to me
The mountains cast in black
Deep shadows until dawn
The wind now a murmur
The birds gone to roost
The last of the evening light
Casting the billowing clouds
In a golden array
The clouds ever changing
Creating art for the imagination
Of fertile minds
But then the darkness intrudes
The light slowly fades
With the last rays of light
The stars become brilliant
In the far heavens
Ken Bennison
As I traveled the Jinotega highway, the mountain views and valleys are incredible. The immense depth of the scenes are incredible. There is cloud cover every day. This allows for beautiful lighting. The biggest issue I have to deal with here is rain and strong winds. Therefore a high shutter speed is a necessity. As always it is a waiting game for the right conditions to happen. Today, tomorrow, who knows. To arrive at these sites I ride the local buses. When a site appears I jump off the bus. I do my work, then wait for the next bus appear and move on.
Well that is this it for this week. So happy trails from Nicaragua.
This was an evening capture taking at Sawpit Bay, Lake Superior. The waves were four feet high. Heavy cloud cover with detail. A rock out cropping standing alone. I was set up in a small cove. I wanted enough detail in the waves to create the sense of motion. I made sure I had a small piece of shoreline on the left. Thus I was able to tie in the rock outcropping.
Well that is it for this week. Until next time happy trails.
Sitting on the deck of my cabin in Nicaragua. Early morning and late evening I sit and observe the cloud formation and lighting coming over the mountains. Just waiting for that right shot. Thus a few evenings past, a magic moment occurred. The big thing here is patience. As the above shot shows it finally occurred. Beautiful cloud formation. Awesome lighting and darkening landscape. All these ingredients created a beautiful photo.
Well that is it for now. So happy trails.
I slowly open my eyes
To the coming of morning
Sunlight streaming through the window
Dust mites dancing in the sunbeam
I put on my ole blue jeans
Stepping out into the morning
Hey, it’s a beautiful morning
Going up the mountain
Packsack slung over my shoulder
Stepping off the porch
With a jaunty stride
I make my way
To the nearby road
The mountain beckons in the distance
Hey, it’s a beautiful morning
Going up the mountain
Kitchen smoke is rising
From the local’s homes
As I walk the road
Plenty of smiles welcome me
As men and women pass me by
Jugs on their shoulders
Or pails in hand
Children with shy smiles
Playing on the road
Hey, it’s a beautiful morning
Going up the mountain
At roads end a trail beckons
Leading me to the river ford
The trail winds up the hillside
Emerging from the forest
The trail levels out
To a field of maze
Not yet ready to harvest
I travel the trail
Walking the fields edge
Hey, it’s a beautiful morning
Going up the mountain
The morning sun becoming warmer
As the trail goes higher
Reaching the next plateau
My route becoming harder
A herd of Granada step aside
As I pass on by
Barb wire fencing block my way
Tossing my backpack over the fence
I scramble on hands and knees
Under the barb wire fence
Grabbing my packsack, I move on
Hey, it’s a beautiful morning
Going up the mountain
The summit is near
The path becoming steeper
There is now a cool breeze
I make my way to an outcropping
To sit and observe
A land that is far-reaching
As far as the eye can see
Mountains tall in the distance
Clouds roaming over the mountains
Mist from the valley
I feel that mountain breeze
Hey, it’s a beautiful morning
Going up the mountain
There is something about
This mountainous country
Of mountains towering overhead
Highlands dot the landscape
Deep valleys slash the land
Mountains are like giants
I like a blade of grass
It is a humble feeling
Hey, it’s a beautiful morning
Going up the mountain
A storm is raging
In the darkness of night
My mind is adrift
In the seas of time
Looking for a port of call
My body is restless
Like the surging winds
My heart is aching
As I lie alone
In my rumpled bed
Hurry the dawn
My shoulders are heavy
With the burden of life
My eyes are moist
As the rain patters
On the roof top
The sound of thunder
Echoing in the mountains
The flash of lightning
Illuminates the room
Casting eerie shadows on the walls
Darkness returns as the storm rages
I am a lonely man
Hurry the dawn
Rising in the dawn
The storm has abated
To step outside
The patter of rain is faint
On the rustling leaves
Blending with the subdued rustle
The forest whispering to itself
The dawn has come reluctantly
Glowing sullen through
A dark cloudy sky
A beam of light
Pierces the morning sky
Bringing forth a ray of hope
The mind has cleared
The body in repose
The beauty of the land
Hurry the dawn
Ken Bennison's Photography 