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Photography, Poetry

Sunday Morning Blues

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Sunday Morning Blues

I woke up on a Sunday morning

I dreamed of you last night

That you were by my side

In the darkness of night

Sharing our love together

But I look around me

I am all alone

Just me and a memory

I get that lonesome feeling

The Sunday morning blues

Pretty lady, I love you

Pretty lady, I miss you

Pretty lady, I need you

All I seek is to hold your hand

In the darkness of night

To feel the warmth of your love

But to just to know

That you are there

Pretty lady, I love you

Pretty lady, I miss you

Pretty lady, I need you

Just thinking of you

As I lay awake

That Sunday morning

I know in my heart

That dreams come true

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Finca

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Pablo Sánchez y yo vimos los techos de naranja que dominaron esta hermosa finca a lo largo de la carretera entre Riva y la frontera con Costa Rica. Le dije a Pablo que debemos dejar aquí en nuestro camino de regreso al final del día.

En nuestro viaje de regreso, nos aparcado en la puerta de entrada. Un guardia de seguridad nos recibió. Pablo habló sobre el caballero permitirme entrar para obtener fotos. Se me concedió el permiso para hacerlo. Configuro mi trípode mediante la palmera como mi primer plano. El camino conduce a su ojo en la composición junto con las vallas. Mediante el uso de la palmera puedo crear profundidad a la foto. cielo azul y hermosas nubes blancas mullidas que se oscureció hacia abajo para aumentar el contraste. Esto para mí es una impresionante finca.

Nuestro viaje continúa por Pablo e I. Por cierto, si interesa hacerle Pablo Sánchez una llamada para sus necesidades de viaje. Para la alegría pura de turismo o de sus intereses comerciales, Pablo Sánchez con su coche está disponible.

Pablo Sánchez se puede llegar a su teléfono celular. 8350 7148

Así que hasta la próxima vez rastros felices

Photography

Finca

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Pablo Sanchez and I spotted the orange roofs that dominated this beautiful finca along the highway between Riva and the Costa Rica border. I told Pablo that we must stop here on our way back later in the day.

On our return journey, we parked at the gated entrance. A security guard met us. Pablo spoke to the gentleman about allowing me to enter to obtain photos. I was granted permission to do so. I set up my tripod using the palm tree as my foreground. The road leads your eye into the composition along with the fences. By using the palm tree I can create depth to the photo. Beautiful blue skies and white fluffy clouds that I darkened down to increase contrast. This to me is a impressive finca.

Our journey continues for Pablo and I. By the way if interested give Pablo Sanchez a call for your travelling needs. For the pure joy of sightseeing or your business interests, Pablo Sanchez with his car is available.

Pablo Sanchez can be reached on his cell phone. 8350 7148

So until next time happy trails

Photography

Mountain Interlude

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Ah, the joy of photographing. I boarded the bus in Matagalpa heading to Jinotaga. Looking to capture the beauty of the Nicaragua mountains. I have traveled this route many times, so where to photograph was not a problem. My goal was to find a stretch of highway to walk along and capture as many locations as possible. It is now the rainy season here. The landscapes are lush and green now. If you look closely you will discover many shades of green. Earth tones are abundant.

As you observe this mountainous landscape, you will find there is a great deal of depth both vertically and horizontally. This will greatly enhance your 2D photo, allowing to create the 3D effect with the right composition.

The bus slowly crept up the mountain taking on passengers and discharging passengers. My jump off point soon arrived and off I went. Just me and the birds in the folds of the mountains. Quiet and peaceful. The beauty of the land before you. It makes you feel pretty small in a place like this.One of the big issues I had this morning was haze. You just have to take it in stride. As I was strolling along I observed this nice framed scene. I captured this particular image for its dramatic effects.

Well that is it for this week. There will be more to come. So until next time happy trails.

 

Photography, Poetry

Miss You

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Miss You

Sitting alone, all alone

My mind goes to you

I see your winsome smile

The sparkle in your eyes

The way you look at me

The way you touch me

That is what you have

Done to me

Far or near, I miss you

When your light shines

On me

I am a man in love

When your light shines

On me

I am a man in love

A man in love

Miss You

You are always there

In my mind

When I am alone

When the blues come

My mind goes to you

That is the way of it

Sitting alone, all alone

My mind goes to you

I see your winsome smile

The sparkle in your eyes

The way you look at me

The way you touch me

When your light shines

On me

I am a man in love

A man in love

Miss you

Photography, Poetry

In My Arms

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In My Arms

The music is playing

The lights grow dim

Just you and me

My love

As we glide slowly

Over the dance floor

We danced

We kissed

Touching one another

To look into each others eyes

Seeing the depth of our love

The desire growing stronger

We danced

We kissed

Touching one another

The music softly playing

You are like a butterfly

In motion my darling

Beautiful and graceful

As we float along

Lost in time and space

The music softly playing

We danced

We kissed

Touching one another

The music softly playing

With her lips

To my ears

She whispers, I love you

I touch her lips

With a soft kiss

The music softly playing

We danced

We kissed

Touching one another

The music softly playing

Photography, Poetry

Train Of Love

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Train of Love

There is a train

Coming down the track

Baby, you and I

We’ll ride that train

It’s the train of love

Yeah baby

You and I

On the train of love

Don’t know where it goes

But who cares

We’ll ride our love

Down them tracks

On the train of love

Yeah baby,

You and I

On the train of love

Them big ole wheels

Rolling along

I’ll hold you in my arms

As we rock along

Down that railway track

Yeah baby,

You and I

On the train of love

Over the mountains

Through the valleys

You and I, baby

We’ll ride them rails

On the train of love

Yeah baby,

You and I

On the train of love

Yeah baby

We’ll rocking and rolling

On the train of love

Down them tracks

To the end of the line

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The Color Blue

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This is a very late evening shot. Thus the slow shutter sped. This creates the effect of smoothing the look of the water surging into shore. The predominant colours here are blue and white. This creates a sense of peace and serenity.  It is a very calming piece to look at. Throw in some rock and shoreline to give added contrast and change of Color. It will open your senses to want to be able to listen to the sounds surrounding you. Use your imagination.

So, till next time happy trails.

Photography, Poetry

Bittersweet Memories 2

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Bittersweet Memories

You walked out the door

You never said a word

You never came back

All you left

Was bittersweet memories

You never came back

You never came back

You filled my life

With the sound of your laughter

The smile you gave me

Like a candle in the dark

But all you left

Was bittersweet memories

You never came back

You never came back

The house is empty

My life is empty

The walls are silent

Your voice and laughter

Just a memory

All you left

Is bittersweet memories

I listen for the sound

Of your footsteps

But I know

You will never come back

You will never come back

All you left

Is bittersweet memories

You never came back

You never came back

Ken Bennison

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Last Rays

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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