Imagination

Eagles and Lions

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Eagles and Lions

I hear the Eagles

piping in the morning

just as the Night

slowly gives way

to light of Day,

the light of Day.

I often see them fly

to and from

their tall tree nest

high above me

or higher still

across the sky,

across the sky.

Sometimes I seem

as in a dream

riding safely, safe

on their back

between their Wings

where Strength and Power

move and guide,

move and guide.

I ride the Eagles

with the Feathers

in my name.

They lift me high

and carry me

to distant times

and distant lands,

distant times and lands.

There I stand or sit

with ancient Lions,

those hieroglyphs-

Strength and Power,

two Lions still

sitting, resting now

in my name.

On Eagle Wings

I leave the Nile,

come back again,

return again

gratefully, grateful,

back to humble me

beneath the tree

where I look up

once more, as before,

respectfully, respectful.

Then I smile.

Then I smile.

February 2, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

Yellow Tulips

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When I photographed these yellow tulips recently, I saw that the camera hadn’t accurately recorded what I was actually seeing. The colours looked diluted and dull.

To compensate for that Image, I used the cell phone camera functions of saturation and black point to bring up the yellow of the flowers I was seeing at the time, even though this did ‘enhance’ and ‘dramatize’ the other colours more than they were.

So, this photo is a composition of ‘my truth in focus’ and a bit of ‘pleasing background drama’ you might say.

Hmmm… Is this what could be called ‘Photo Psychology‘?? Is there such a thing? Is this what Artistic Photographers intuitively know or just my Imagination, my ‘Image-in-action’?

The word ‘just’ here denies the validity and importance of the Imagination as a way of perceiving things differently than ‘normal’ consciousness.

This leads me to remember a Dream I experienced when young. I left my normal, ordinary Reality and stepped into a wondrous pastoral landscape of quiet beauty and peaceful happiness. The colours were much more vivid and vibrant, more vitality ‘alive’, more pleasantly ‘dramatic’ than the everyday, normal, denser, heavier world we live in.

When I awoke, my mind had to adjust back to what my eyes were seeing around me.

I’ve held that memory throughout my life. Even the brightest, deepest and most vivid colours here cannot compare.

January 18, 2021

Shelley Wilson