Tag Archives: Outdoors

The Streets Of Jinotaga-Football

Every evening before dark, a group of young men play football in front of my house. They are nice lads. Friendly. I grabbed my camera and headed outdoors. One will stand in front of a wall. He is the goalie. Across the street the ball is set up for the shot. The objective is to put the ball pass the goalie and hit the wall. If the goalie stops the shot he gets another chance at stopping the ball. If not the lad that scores becomes the goalie.

Thus I was able to capture some action shots that evening.

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Let The Day Be Ours

A Wild Orchid, near Jinotega Nicaragua

Let The Day Be Ours

I know you don’t

Love me

Stay awhile

Enjoy the day

We are just

Two lonely people

Always searching

For that one love

Come

Take my hand

Why don’t you stay

We can enjoy the day

Let this day be ours

We were lovers

So long ago

But got lost in time

So why don’t you stay…

Yesterday, yesterday…

Was so long ago

Tomorrow too far away

Let the day be ours

We could love again

Forget about yesterday

Just enjoy the day

Then maybe tomorrow

Why don’t you

Come home to stay

We will find a way

To share our love

I know you don’t

Love me

Stay awhile

Enjoy the day

Come

Take my hand

Why don’t you stay

We can enjoy the day

Let this day be ours

We are just

Two lonely people

Always searching

For that one love

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

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…