Calming settlement
A late, lacking sun ignores
the dying hosta– ShotByNess.
Sun
Art Series
ShotByNess.
© 2019 RiverHouse Group of Caughdenoy, new YorK, LLC
Calming settlement
A late, lacking sun ignores
the dying hosta– ShotByNess.
Sun
Art Series
ShotByNess.
© 2019 RiverHouse Group of Caughdenoy, new YorK, LLC
Spokes when he sees a roasted Pig, he swears
Nothing he loves on’t but the chaps and ears:
But carve to him the fat flanks; and he shall
Rid these, and those, and part by part eat all.
Committed
Food Series
ShotByNess.
© 2019 RiverHouse Group of Caughdenoy, new YorK, LLC
Those who consider the inessential to be essential
And see the essential as inessential
Don’t reach the essential,
Living in the field of wrong intention– The Buddha, The Dhammapada
Vigilance
Animals Series
ShotByNess.
© 2019 RiverHouse Group of Caughdenoy, new YorK, LLC
A Prayer in Spring
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil
Family Spring
Relationships Series
ShotByNess.
© 2019 RiverHouse Group of Caughdenoy, new YorK, LLC
From childhood’s hour I have not beenAs others were—I have not seenAs others saw—I could not bringMy passions from a common spring—From the same source I have not takenMy sorrow—I could not awakenMy heart to joy at the same tone—And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—Then—in my childhood—in the dawnOf a most stormy life—was drawnFrom ev’ry depth of good and illThe mystery which binds me still—From the torrent, or the fountain—From the red cliff of the mountain—From the sun that ’round me roll’dIn its autumn tint of gold—From the lightning in the skyAs it pass’d me flying by—From the thunder, and the storm—And the cloud that took the form(When the rest of Heaven was blue)Of a demon in my view—
Alone
Relationships Series
ShotByNess.
© 2019 RiverHouse Group of Caughdenoy, new YorK, LLC
Subway Poem 1
These skittering people on the train
Avoiding the berth of a huddled man
Fearful of his fear, his dissipation
The most helpless ever receiving the least help
– Robert A Stribley, 4/20/2008
Times Sq – 42 St
Transportation Series – 2018
ShotByNess.
© 2019 RiverHouse Group of Caughdenoy, new YorK, LLC