How do we choose to travel?
What is reliable in the rain?
What is our ultimate destination,
for this time, this journey, or
this day?
We move at the speed of life.
Depending on traffic, others
may chose to follow your path,
but not your direction.
© 2021 j.g. lewis
A little cold, little wet,
a little tired and yet
I am here. Still,
full of wonder.
The morning chill leaves
little to the imagination
and much less
to hope for.
Expected, perhaps, as it
always is, this time, this
season is only what
we ask of it.
11/21/2024 j.g.l.
The answers are far less certain
than even last week, to all those
perennial questions or solutions
you might seek.
What do you believe, or
what do you believe in?
Come Monday, you have fewer
questions than you had last week.
For a while there are less doubts
in what you believe.
Whom do you believe in,
and who believes in you?
11/18/2024 j.g.l.
I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
Two mornings this past week, early by any standards and with only consideration as opposed to planning, I stepped out into a city enveloped in fog.
I was inspired and took with me my camera.
Away from the sleepy condos of downtown Toronto, I ventured to the lakeshore and, balancing what little light there was with what little direction or familiarity I had with the landscape, I began to make photographs of the beauty and truth unfolding in front of me.
I was pulled into the reality I felt, content with what I saw (even as it changed as daylight became more apparent).
The first morning I was fumbling with my equipment, learning by trial and error you might say. The second morning, two days later — augmented y the experience of the first morning — I felt a little more freedom to indulge my creativity.
Each day provided a different kind of satisfaction.
My reality, from day to day, changes. In looking back now at the images I captured, I do see the reality I was trying to uncover almost as much as what was there.
I know I will keep looking.
11/06/2022 j.g.l.
I’m like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.