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.
The lovely cricket-chirp epitomizes summer nights and dreams...
ReplyDeleteI can hear it. Well crafted.
ReplyDeleteA night captured simply and beautifully.
ReplyDeletenice...i am loving me some simple cricket songs...like to sleep with the window open in the summer just to hear them...
ReplyDeletelove the cricket..years since i heard one of those here!!
ReplyDeleteOh so simple and really quite lovely. beautiful...I love it. Made my heart sing.
ReplyDeleteThis is a gift. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI love this!
ReplyDeleteSummer Nocturne captured my heart. A beautiful write, Rick. Thank you for sharing it and the memory of a cricket's song. Good fortune. =D
ReplyDeleteSummer nights are not complete without crickets. A lovely write.
ReplyDeleteI can imagine that cricket. I can hear him chirping outside my window as I dream.
ReplyDeleteSo full of life, and surprises! Lovely...
ReplyDeleteBeautifully crafted.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Quite a lovely poem.
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