The Day Suspended

“For Thirty Seven Years
Their morning walk
The day suspended
Then On to market.”



In response to WordPress Photo Challenge -Pedestrian

pedestrian nounwalker, person on foot; (pedestrians) foot traffic.   ANTONYMS driver.                                                                                                  adjective-pedestrian lives: dull, boring, tedious, monotonous, uneventful, unremarkable, tiresome, wearisome, uninspired, unimaginative, unexciting, uninteresting, uninvolving; unvarying, unvaried, repetitive, routine, commonplace, workaday; ordinary, everyday, run-of-the-mill, mundane, humdrum; informal plain-vanilla. ANTONYMS exciting.

Yahoo, it’s a Saturday. Peace and Blessings to each and everyone.


When Great Trees Fall

“When Great Trees Fall”

Mogollon Rim: Photo by: JoHanna Massey

When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.

When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.

Ponderosa Pine Mogollon Rim Photo: JoHanna Massey

When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
gnaws on kind words
promised walks
never taken.

Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold

Mogollon Rim Photo by: JoHanna Massey

And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.”
― Maya Angelou




I had difficulty knowing what to publish following the writing, posting, and response I received to Comfortably Numb: America’s New Normal . I had experienced a similar difficulty following the writing, posting, and response to 3 Lists: 60 Million Refugees Big serious topics.  Hard to return to the lighthearted affirming cheerfulness I try to create on my website, strive to  live in my daily life.  What I am finding though, is that this website is rather unfolding as life does.  My thoughts run today to  the families, friends, and community of those who lost their lives and were injured at  Umpqua Community College in  Roseberg Oregon.

Todays Music:  Shaking the Tree: Peter Gabriel

Photos: “Mogollon Rim Ponderosa Pine”   JoHanna Massey

Camera Lucida: The Park Bench

Julia at My Red Page has chosen the theme of The Park Bench for her Camera Lucida theme this week.

My entry is a photo taken during an  early morning walk through the village of Bagnoregio, Italy. The smell of baking bread and lemon trees filled the air.

IMG_0056_2“Behold the hands,

    how they promise,

conjure, appeal, menace, pray,

supplicate, refuse, beckon, interrogate, admire, confess,

cringe, instruct, command,

        mock and what not besides,

with a variation and multiplication

of variation which makes the tongue envious.”
Michel de Montaigne

Knock on this door to see all the entries:

Camera Lucida - Your Gallery

Enjoying participating in Camera Lucida very much, and encourage everyone stop on over and take a look around at My Red Page.

The Fusion of Art and Architecture

Day Twelve: Architecture

Thought it would be easy to use  Pompeii for this assignment. So many  buildings not only intact, but the residents of that fated town must have just vibrated with a collective creativity in the way they  fused architecture and art. In 79 AD Mount Vesuvius erupted and literally buried the towns of Pompeii and Herculaneum in volcanic ash. I arrived later and felt genuine awe, so mixed was my respect for what they had achieved there, now so preserved by tragedy. …and skittish fear in seeing what is possible in terms of sudden catastrophe no matter how beautiful your surroundings and lifestyle.

This assignment proved difficult. Took  many hundreds of photos of this intoxicating place. Could not decide which would be  representative. Couldn’t be done. So here is just a tease of a taste of Pompeii. demonstrating what I call the The Fusion of Art and Architecture.


A craftsmen pulled a reed

from the reedbed. cut holes in it

and called it a human being.

Since then, it’s been wailing a tender agony

of parting,

never mentioning the skill

that gave it life as a flute.

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Every wall any building a blank canvas for creation of art!

Breathe before it is gone.

Photography 101: Day Eleven: A Pop of Color

“Medieval” was the way Civita, located  in the Province of Viterbo, was described to me. I confess to having to look up exactly what that meant. It was the time between the 5th century fall of the Roman Empire in the west, and the fall of Constantinople in 1453.

By the time I had walked up the long narrow steep causeway, and  through the arched tunnel,  stone warnings to invaders overhead, far from the lavish art and architecture of Renaissance Italy I was enraptured by,  I no longer needed the dictionary because I was there: Medieval.


                              The morning   wind                                                           spreads it’s fresh smell

We must get up and take that in,

that wind that lets us live

Breathe before it’s gone.





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A Thousand New Disguises

Photography 101: Day Ten: Mystery & Lighting Effects

Inside my  worn copy of “The Essential Rumi”,  were several old photos,  and a pen and ink. Reflecting back  a now mysterious entire lifetime ago deep in me.  I was known as the Riverkeeper, and indeed for awhile both the River and I knew it was true. That Life, Time long ago, kept safe within pages and the heart of poetry.

Scan 10

Scan 9

Real value comes with madness

matzub below, scientist above.

Whoever finds love

beneath hurt and grief

disappears into emptiness

with a thousand new disguises.


John Krizkos Bittern 1
Bitterns– John Krizko
JoHanna Massey
JoHanna Massey Photo: Pete Dunne

Today’s excellent music: Further to Fly- Almaz Yebio

Some Nights Stay Up Until Dawn

 Photography 1: Day Nine: Warmth & the Quality of Light

A night spent in my kitchen, the sun arrives having                                         smelled the cornbread and vegetable soup.



Some nights stay up till dawn,

as the moon sometimes does for the sun.

Be a full bucket pulled up the dark way

IMG_0838of a well, then lifted out into light.





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