End of my very long day, one foot sticking out from under the computer to rest with ice pack making new joint feel relief, thoughts of two men creating to feed body, to feed camera life, apples, pine, fur, aspen infinitely more to grow and photograph. skin breathing, no cover for last seven weeks, happiness. like Johnny Appleseed, man who brought song, living Trees, with breath into living beings, consciousness to earth, for John, soil sacred like no other star mass coalesced like loam, deep brown from ice-age, day to Lord God Almighty, just thousands of years in His time. God, we thank You, from our breasts, beating cosmic heart, I now feel pulse of time, beating rhythm, made clear,
Pulse of time bestowed on my brother-in-law Robert, man with lens, nearly one million images, life with camera intro hand, tripod where needed, simple combination F stop, relating to shutter speed, aperture considerations, depth of field like John, Johnny planting bountiful fruit, my friend Robert, as there were a saint, I give his likeness to Robert, as I partake of juicy apples, thinking of the wild tree in our yard, surely this is used only for good, digging, shovel deep for trees, and lens beholds earth, and trees. Robert like Johnny, the two creative men for good, yes for that tree long in Jerusalem, there hung to die God made flesh, then the third day, well Johnny just as Robert, creative men, earth and camera, image of trees, fruit of tree. Men of stature, creating for the beauty of the earth, for feeding many as did that Nazarene, Gods Own. Amen.
Charles Taylor C 2018
