Rick, a fine fettle of economy and precision. It conjured up for me the well-lined face I hope will greet me in the mirror twenty years from now, when my own passage deepens, and the poetry of my life is written on my forehead.
Rick Burnett Baker currently is self-employed as a narrative photographer, and is a member of the National Press Photographer's Association (NPPA), and the Photographic Society of America (PSA). A native Texan, Baker is a graduate of State University of New York (Albany) with a BA in Asian Studies, (minor in classical Chinese literature), a Graduate Certificate in US Urban Policy, and a Masters (MRP) in Regional and Urban Planning, Third World. He has worked with a mining company in Honduras, with a civil engineering firm in Saudi Arabia, and traveled andworked throughout Southeast Asia, China, and Northern Africa with Halliburton for nearly a decade, based out of Singapore. During his years living in Singapore he was also known for his radio and television voice-over work. Baker returned to the US in 1985 to complete academic interests and continues to live in New York.
That says it all...doesn't it. Simple and yet with so much meaning.
ReplyDeleteAgreed. Soul I believe that is all I am and the journey inexhaustible.
ReplyDeleteSalt worn, sun baked face, soul...yes, that's the nature of our passage.
ReplyDeleteRick,
ReplyDeleteIndeed!
And sole after soul, as well!
TFool
...you have captured time so very well here.
ReplyDeleteyes indeed "sole after soul", very powerful.
~robert
A nice economy of words. My goal is to learn to edit down to making my life about six or less words. My obituary may read: Good Luck.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem! I love "soul after sole we tread our passages" So simple yet so profound. Great work! And thanks for visiting my blog!
ReplyDeleteLove soul/sole and the notion of nearly eons, but not quite. Nice, Rick.
ReplyDeleteRick, a fine fettle of economy
ReplyDeleteand precision. It conjured up
for me the well-lined face
I hope will greet me in the
mirror twenty years from now,
when my own passage deepens,
and the poetry of my life
is written on my forehead.
I like 'not quite eons'. A great tail ending!
ReplyDeleteelegant tale.
ReplyDeleteWonderful from beginning to end....love this Rick! :-)
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