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Morning On The French

Morning on the French.

During the night it had rained

Creating excellent detail on the rocks

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

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

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

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

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Ometepe is an island formed by two volcanoes rising from Lake Nicaragua in the Republic of Nicaragua. Its name derives from the Nahuatl words ome and tepetl, meaning two mountains. It is the largest island in Lake Nicaragua

Grandpa And I

I was four years old

Swinging on the gate

The street is empty

Waiting for my grandpa

To come and fetch me

I was excited, as I waited

My bag was packed

Watchingthe street

For that big ole car

To come up the street

The sound of a car

Coming round the corner

In a cloud of dust

Braking at the gate

Kissed Mamma goodbye

Bag in hand, Grandpa waiting

Climbed in the front seat

He tousled my hair

Gave me a hug

With a big warm smile

We stopped up town

For a Coke and ice cream

At Belfoy’s Store

Then left town, heading home

To the farm

But times have changed

My Grandpa is gone

The farm is no more

It is now a memory

To fondly remember

I think back in time

At that magical time

A special bond we had

Just Grandpa and me

Time shared together

Ken Bennison