Saturday, December 26, 2015

Cherry Blossoms In December



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"Cherry Baby, It's cold outside. 
Save your blooms for spring.
The Autumn Flowering Higan Tree 
blossoms will make December sing." 

-Rick Burnett Baker  


Mild autumn and winter temperatures in Western New York have everyone a titter.  Even the cherry trees. 



Photo/Text © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker
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Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Last Wash: Deep Thoughts Tumbled Dry



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"Quarters. Soap. Cycle. Rinse. 
Tumble dry.  Life is ritual. 

Closing time is posted, but 
hand written.  Pay it no mind."

-Rick Burnett Baker 






Photo/Text © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 
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Photo taken on Lake Ave., Rochester NY 


Sunday, December 13, 2015

Waiting




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"I dare not disturb this 
lonely bench in its solitude. 

An autumn leaf 
came to rest on one corner, 
waiting." 

-Rick Burnett Baker







Photo/Poem © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 
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Saturday, December 12, 2015

Alive



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alive


look to the 
soul of a forest, 
skull-bone trees -

I swear they 
see me watching, 
my eye to the sky

as the great dying 
falls crimson red 
around my feet. 






Photo/Poem © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 
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Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Lifespans



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collect 


cycle and re-cycle; 
reflect and collect. 

each day is a day
seasons gather, 

and we gather 
different, the same.






Photo/Poem © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 
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Monday, December 7, 2015

Beyond Limits





"We humans create boundaries 
to set limits.  

Nature lives beyond 
all that fakery."  

-Rick Burnett Baker







Photo/Text © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker
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Sunday, December 6, 2015

Believe In Power






"If you believe in the 
power of humans, 

a quiet walk through the woods on 
a cold autumn day will show you 
what power really is."  

-Rick Burnett Baker






Photo/Text © 2013, 2015  Rick Burnett Baker 
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Sunday, November 29, 2015

Salted Top





















inner voice


salted top and old growth 
describes me, most days.
color at my feet tells of 
seasons. forest canopy 
calms the rising morn, but
listen:  there is silence 
under heaven, and it is 
telling myriad stories of
how we should have lived.





Photo/Poem © 2105 Rick Burnett Baker 
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Thursday, November 19, 2015

Letchworth Blue



Most times of the year, in Letchworth State Park in the Finger Lakes Region of Upstate NY, you can capture the peaceful blue haze across the canyon, through the cabin windows and forests, and beyond the waterfalls.

This past week I've made a couple of visits to the park which is only about a 45 minute drive south of Rochester.  The autumn leaves are mostly all gone.  Winter colors will soon be more monotone as the fog, ice, and snow claim their season.

This is the time of year when we have to search for the colors of nature more diligently.  Old Man Winter wears his cloaks of black, gray, and white.  Here are a few photos that capture those "Different Hues of Letchworth Blue"that seem to be all around us just for the seeking.


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Photos © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker
"Hues of Letchworth Blue"©2015 Rick Burnett Baker
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"Hues of Letchworth Blue" is an ongoing photographic series by R. Baker

Saturday, November 14, 2015

Autumn's Cover





cycles 


we know autumn.
escaping is it's game: 
color is just a cover. 
stand against the moment,

for this forest portends
timeless reigns. what's 
lost in darkness is borne 
again on the morrow. 




Photo/Poem © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 
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Photo taken at Letchworth State Park, NY

Thursday, November 12, 2015

Just Passing






















passage


beside this river noise,
under November mist,
beneath faded hues,

seasons pass paths.
we steady our eyes -
this downhill climb.






Photo/Poem © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 
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Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Dream Beyond






through seasons




fair weather child, 
          dream beyond windows. 

November steals the day.  
          tomorrow is framed 

and waiting beyond the 
          first and last snows,  

our future foretold. 







Photo/Poem © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 
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Monday, November 2, 2015

Alternatives






"I was frightened of the forest 
until I saw the void." 

-Rick Burnett Baker







Photo/Text © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 
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Sunday, November 1, 2015

Spring Really Hung Me Up The Most...



Mid-April and I visited Wolf Creek in Letchworth State Park this past spring.  It was underwhelming. My goal to catch the bridge in complete seasonal splendor will have to wait until 2016. Perhaps I was too early, or perhaps there isn't much color to be had, but Spring really does hang you up the most! 










Photos © Rick Burnett Baker
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Wednesday, October 28, 2015

On a Bridge and A Prayer


















bridge's prayer


I carried you, you paused. I 
held you, you moved unfazed.

mid-autumn, let me be this one 
season's end of steel and bone. 







Photo/Poem © 2014, 2015 Rick Burnett Baker
Photo take at Wolf Creek, Letchworth State Park, NY

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Fly Away




"Hours, the day, seasons, people,
the moment you take to see this, 
all fly away."  
-Rick Burnett Baker
















Buck Pond, Greece, NY





Photo/Text © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 
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Monday, October 12, 2015

To the Light




"Light may not always appear 
at the end of the tunnel, but it
will always appear."

-Rick Burnett Baker 






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Saturday, October 10, 2015

Votive Dance



























votive dance

our nature is to living 
as living is to hope: a 
supple river, still pond,
vast ocean, deep lake. 

stand at water's edge. 
a current whispers for
you to flow towards
this one votive dance.  




Photo/Poem © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 
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Monday, October 5, 2015

SociaLIESed Media: A Commentary



















SociaLIESed Media

We've no time for truth.  
Emotion and agenda are 
the catalysts, the bottom 
line, the ultimate goal.  







Photo/Text © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 
Photo of graffiti taken in abandoned Rochester, NY subway tunnel. 
Graffiti: Crux

Thursday, October 1, 2015

October








































October. 
And so it is...





© Rick Burnett Baker 
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Sunday, September 27, 2015

Stunning Sunset #2



For the forth day in a row, 
clouds are painted with 
brushstrokes of sunlight.

Stunning! 


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Photo © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 
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Stunning Sunsets



During the past several days, the sunsets here in Western New York have been stunningly colorful.  I did read that there was a volcano that erupted in Mexico on September 23rd, so perhaps some of that volcanic ash has contributed to the deep colors we're seeing this weekend.  

Here are a few of the various shots I've taken in the past three days around Rochester, NY. 


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Photos © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 
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Saturday, September 19, 2015

Enabled






















enabler(s)

these are faces weathered
flawed anguished serene;

bright ideas between lines
of thought planted on eons;

we the spectators to life,
OBE-like as if in denial

of self, destroy as we create
barriers to our own salvation.

you are rainwater seeping
into your mind's evolution;

others are seasons unrelenting
in progressions of endeavor;

she is your mother weeping
at the gate of your release;

he is the father raging at
all he neglected to teach;

I am the impassioned one
selling my soul for reason.




Photo/Poem © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 
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Friday, September 18, 2015

(un)broken





(un)broken


into the sky, into fire 
yet never will I travel
willingly to extinction: 

light surrounds all we 
see.  even darkness 
is but a silent shadow.






Photo/Poem © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 
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Monday, September 7, 2015

Incarnations: One View






(re)incarnations 


it's movement in the corner of my eye:
wind catching a tree in early morning 
darkness;  watching leaves rustle in 
a pre-storm gale outside the window 
in silence.  reflection is a reminder

that our origins, real and perceived, 
memorize all paths we consider with
trepidation.  past, present, and future
are siblings of incarnations we 
create with breadth, if not reason.





Photo/Poem © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 
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Sunday, September 6, 2015

Ruminate. Again.


























ruminate



summer isn't 
finished.

abandoned, sultry 
sunlight

is a dream not 
discussed

except in coded
stanzas 

of disconnect. I 
feel 

ripples of water 
tease

desire. your 
fleeting  

of years and 
hearts 

inconvenience these
histories 

of high and low
tide.

   


Poem © Rick Burnett Baker 
Photo © Rick Burnett Baker 
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Saturday, August 29, 2015

One In A Million




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"If you have to be one in a million, 
be the one who smiles." 
-Rick Burnett Baker 






Photo/Text © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker
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Photo taken at the corner of Calkins Road and Clover Street, Monroe County NY. 

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Grand Scheme






"The grand scheme of things..."







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Thursday, August 20, 2015

Storm Chasing




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Sunset chasing the end of a storm





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Sunset August 20, 2015 over Ontario Beach, Rochester, NY

(Re)Incarnations






(Re)Incarnations



It's movement in the corner of my eye,
wind catching a tree in early morning 
darkness;  watching leaves rustle in 
a pre-storm gale outside the window 
in silence.  Recollection is it's reminder

that our origins, real and perceived, 
garnish all paths we consider with
each footstep.  Past, present, and future
are simultaneous siblings of incarnations
we create with breadth and reason.







Photo/Poem © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 
All Rights Reserved

Thursday, August 13, 2015

Defiance






"Defiance" 





Tree in the Genesee River, just below High Falls, Rochester, NY 
Photo © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 
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Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Water and Fire



"The dance between water and fire 
is imagination."

-Rick Burnett Baker 




Photo/Text © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 
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Saturday, August 8, 2015

Summer Bed




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This image just says, "Relax."  






Photo © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 


Monday, August 3, 2015

Dances In The Sky



Poetry, music, and art sometimes 
come together at sunset.  What 
rhyme, melody or palet do you 
see and hear when you stop to
listen? 



























All of these photos were taken this afternoon, 
August 3, 2015 at Durand Eastman Park on 
Lake Ontario, Rochester, NY.  It was amazing
to watch colors change so dramatically in such
a short space of time.  




Photos © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker 
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Sunday, July 26, 2015

Magpie Tales 280: Empire of Self

Magpie Tales is a writing prompt that I participated in for several years.  Lately, however, my work schedule has taken more of my time, and I haven't been able to visit Tess Kincaid and Magpie for some time.

Now that I'm recouping from shoulder surgery, time is what I have plenty of!  This image that Tess is sharing this week is compelling.  I can't help but read political messages in this scene as our pathetic process of presidential campaigns begins to ramp-up here in the United States.  This is a perfect image for that process. Glad to offer my take on this image this week with a short poem below!





















empire lost


attention span is 
the obvious flaw.

freedom is choice, 
details necessity.

want, however, 
trumps need. 

we are consumed by 
what grounds us:  

self.






Poem © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker