Photo: perennial

when winter has failed,
the parched hydrangea dips
its green tips
in rain

dreaming of its
past lives

when it was more
leaf than flower


--Photo and poem by Lynn Langmade
© lynn langmade 2012
Photo: sanctuary

In case you weren’t aware, there is a very special person on G+ celebrating his birthday today: +shane holsclaw  #HappyBdayShane :)

As I told others this week in preparation for today’s events, Shane is this wonderful guy who just goes around making G+ an awesome place to be. He’s talented, kind, generous, and fun. When he’s not sharing his own extraordinary work, he’s selflessly sharing the work of other photogs on G+. Although he’s very busy, he manages to always find the time to leave the most thoughtful comments on others’ posts. The G+ photography community just wouldn’t be the same without him.

This is a photo of the grounds of the Château de Fontainebleau, which is located just 35 miles outside of Paris.  It is one of the largest of the French royal chateaux and it replaced the Château de Versailles as the seat of power during Napoleon’s reign. It was, for all intents and purposes, Napoleon’s unofficial castle. While situated at Fontainebleau, Napoleon undertook the arduous task of transforming Fontainebleau into a symbol of grandeur. Much of the transformation involved major modifications to the gardens, which are breathtakingly beautiful.

I have a feeling that Shane would have fallen in love with the Fontainebleau gardens, and I also have the sneaking suspicion that Shane is starting to like poetry ;) So this photo-poem goes out to Shane on the wonderful occasion of his birthday.

when
leafy constellations overwhelm
unwanted solitude,

a man is liable to walk
without direction

as one who is lost
tends to do

until
he looks up at the weight
of trailing, orange-crusted stars,

and realizes he is
already home.


—Photo and poem by Lynn Langmade © 2012 All Rights Reserved

Once again, Happy Birthday Shane!
Photo: wing

in the late evening sun,

a dangling wing
soaks and shimmers
in seas
of bougainvillea,

still humming
a soundless melody,

reminding me
that a heart once hidden
remains a fluid
and a frenzied thing.



—Photo and poem by Lynn Langmade © 2012 All Rights Reserved

#purplecircle +Craig Szymanski and +Sinead Sam McKeown 
Photo: snowstorm

[Dedicated to my twin sister, +lane langmade, who has always been there for me]

when the silver breath
of the snowstorm
began to swallow
the birdhouse,
it occurred to me

that you wanted out.

out of a hole
besieged by wind and frost,

out of a place
that above all things
kept you warm

but not necessarily
safe.

out of a love
tempered by time
and something close to grace.

—Photo and poem by Lynn Langmade © 2013 All Rights Reserved



#birdhouse #snow #snowstorm #winter #poem  
Photo: "Winter Jewels"
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wing

in the late evening sun,

a dangling wing
soaks and shimmers
in seas
of bougainvillea,

still humming
a soundless melody,

reminding me
that a heart once hidden
remains a fluid
and a frenzied thing.

—Photo and poem by Lynn Langmade © 2012 All Rights Reserved

#purplecircle +Craig Szymanski and +Sinead Sam McKeown 

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