Monday, March 30, 2015


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                      tonight is not my muse.
                      daylight surrendered. 

                      memory portends death,
                      but frees its anthem.  

                      I'm captive to seasonal
                      toil, violent beauty of 

                      winter.  spring renews,
                      and I, too, am restless.

Photos/Poem © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 

Sunday, March 29, 2015

City Scenes LIV: Choices

not my scene 

walls close 

we have 

each door 
a portal, 

every window
a view.  

light begets

after all, we 


Photo/poem © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 
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Saturday, March 28, 2015

Porches, Portals, and Windows: Brockport, New York

A short drive to Brockport, NY after lunch today offered a few pleasant scenes.  I drove around the streets in the center of the village near State University of New York at Brockport.  This morning, the beginning of the second week of spring, we woke up to about three inches of snow.  At least the sun was shining, but it was barely above about 25℉  (-4℃).

Here are a few of the doors, windows and porches I snapped along the way.

Photos © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker
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Thursday, March 26, 2015

Sense Of Place

"In seeking, we belong. 
A silent mist shelters our 
sense of place."
-Rick Burnett Baker

Photo/Text © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 
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Photo taken March 26, 2015 at Letchworth State Park, New York. 

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

City Scenes LIII: Prison Of Fear


looking down is the barrier. 
clear views can be fantasy,
can be imagination. reality

is the prisoner of our fears.
eyes in the back of our heads
are memories of history. 

they watch our hearts.  we  
watch our feet.  direction is 
framed beyond these walls.  

Photo/Poem © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 
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Sunday, March 22, 2015

City Scenes LII: Renewed

those dreams renewed

we'll tell the porch our secrets
when spring arrives, before 
summer swelters.  conjure up

the casbah, candlelight, and wine.
this ark of vision is our pleasure.
the city is our orchestra.  music 

is the reason we kiss or dance.  
night is the cover for last year's 
dreams;  that flower in your hair. 

Photo/Poem © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 

Saturday, March 21, 2015

City Scenes LI (51)

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with fire in your head, 
unflinching eyes gaze 
knowingly.  your stare 

melts ice.  gapped facades
reveal the backlash of your
reason.  you're someone's 

project.  life's montage is 
temporary. empty. forever. 
where go you're dreams?  

Photo/Poem © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 
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