Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Candy Apples At St. Laurence Market



I had the pleasure of hearing The Candy Apple Jazz Band 
play and perform at St. Laurence Market in Toronto this 
past Saturday.  If you happen on to Facebook, look them 
up!  Big fun!  Here are a few photos I took of the guys. 
























Photos © 2016 Rick Burnett Baker 

Monday, August 22, 2016

"DREAM: Please Excuse Our Appearance..."



But for the grace of God 
and the gentle touch of a 
stranger, her dream becomes
a nightmare. 







Everything is relative, and everything is not.  Let's 
try to remember this each time we magnify our own
moments of trivial pursuits.  

Being grateful isn't as difficult as we make it out to be. 



Photos/Text ©2016 Rick Burnett Baker 
All Rights Reserved 

Sunday, August 21, 2016

The Gulf Between Dreams And Reality





















Once upon a time, 
we all dreamed of 
being young and rich. 



Photo © 2016 Rick Burnett Baker 
All Rights Reserved 

Photo taken in Toronto, Ontario

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Medium Rare


                                       Click on image to enlarge:















medium rare


let some juice flow, the
knife glide effortless.

classy people turn
their forks upside-down,

take small bites with
heads slightly cocked.

warm, vulgar, sweet-meat
flavor is a life feast.

no need for grace, see, I take
life's banquet medium-rare.



Photo/Poem © 2016 Rick Burnett Baker 
All Rights Reserved

Friday, August 12, 2016

Storm Divine (Redux)




















storm divine


it's the
rain's
fragrance
we savor,

a break
in clouds
that makes
a storm
divine.




Photo ©2016 Rick Burnett Baker 
Poem ©2008 Rick Burnett Baker 
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Tuesday, August 9, 2016

People (Who Need People)



But for this outward, physical shell, who are they?  Who are WE?

They are book covers of fiction, comedy, drama, dreams;  happenstance, pain, self-destruction; images of effort, knowledge, laughter, tears, creation.

We are living shells on this beach called earth, waiting to be plucked and held to someone's ear, listening for the sound of the sea.

These are stories often told, but longing to be read again.  Who are we to recoil from their telling, and judge the artist's rendering?







































Photos © 2014, 2015, 2016 Rick Burnett Baker
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Sunday, August 7, 2016

Here And Gone




"I dreamt I could fly, 
these wings of clouds.
color, breeze, silence - 

a sequence of vision 
mimics life; a wisp of season, 
gone." 

-Rick Burnett Baker




Photo/Poem © 2016 Rick Burnett Baker 
All Rights Reserved