I see a tree,
the ruins of a tree
I see man,
bricks bearing the bones
of what man thought he could be
they are falling
before him
around him
on top of him
I hear him crumbling.
I see a tree,
another tree,
I see many trees,
a host of nature’s possibilities
all rising above the ruins of man
rising above what man has ruined
All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Photographs taken on the Caribbean island of Caracao
Very nice
Thank you
Love this! A beautiful pairing of words and photo. 🙂
Thanks Phoebe😌
So profound!
Thanks- I think the picture said it all really, I just translated. Happy weekend
You did a great job translating, then! Happy weekend to you too!
deuxiemepeau – I like it. The poetry made me think about the symbiotic relationship (or lack there of) between man and his environment, and the sheer force and will of nature to persevere through all that we do to alter it’s course. The photography shows the lasting vibrancy of nature versus the ever decaying grey of man. This one is a real thinker. I appreciate your words and images. Keep it up.
And I appreciate the depth of your comment! That itself is a beautiful piece of work.
Damien, beautifully expressed. Love the photo too! X
Thanks Jennifer- love the hairdo!!
Thank you Damien! Always nice having a change! ❤️