Saturday, November 22, 2014

Be
























Photo/Text © 2014 Rick Burnett Baker

Friday, November 21, 2014

Either/Or




"On the cusp of winter, 
seasons compete for the pond. 

Compromise is not an option." 




Photo/Text © 2014 Rick Burnett Baker 

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Deep Autumn


We are deep into Autumn now.  The templet for winter is being set with gradual cold, gray days.  I wait for words, for poetry, for a story.  I'm empty.  I'm like these trees, now naked to the sky, and remembering sunshine and warmth.

A few trees resist.  The creek, also.  But they will soon join the calendar and be frozen on the days, dreaming of spring.

November Creek:


Photo © 2014 Rick Burnett Baker 


Sunday, November 2, 2014

Father and Son: Poetry Without Words


Poetry Without Words

Looking through some photo files this evening I came across several shots I took in Cleveland, Ohio back in June of this year.  I had forgotten about these photos, but remember now how I was touched
by the quite interaction between this father and his son.  No iPads, no phones, no tablets: Just two people sharing their surroundings and being part of the world around them.

The way is should be! 























Photos © 2014 Rick Burnett Baker

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Hilton, NY. Not Paris.



Subdued Autumn 

The last day of October was cloudy in Western NY, and damp.  I had a business appointment in Hilton, NY, but managed to snap a few photos of the waning colors and scenes of Autumn.

Sometimes a damp, chilly day can be oddly comforting.  Sometimes.....














Photos © 2014 Rick Burnett Baker 


Monday, October 27, 2014

Gorge-ous Autumn Scenes


These are a few of the photos I took today along the Genesee Gorge Trail in Rochester, NY.  It was a lazy walk, shambling through the leaves and shadowed pathways.  Autumn colors are about at peak.












All photos © 2014 Rick Burnett Baker

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Blueprint Of You



















metropolis 


I had designs on you.  skylines 
and cityscapes, imposing eyes
to measure each breath.  draw 
the line at street corners, I said.

crosswalks cannot be foretold: 
don't jaywalk.  paths have been
carved from every inch of emotion.
you are a blueprint unfathomed. 

comes time for the dedication. 
ribbon-cutting;  cornerstones; 
handprints in cement;  signs. 
you are a time capsule, empty.



Photo/Poem © 2014 Rick Burnett Baker