© Mike Yost
Brick by Brick
© Mike Yost
Painting with Light
© Mike Yost
Cracking the Sky
© Mike Yost
Reality is Only a Word
© Mike Yost
Colours of the Sun
© Mike Yost
Land of the Rising Sun [ part II ]
© Mike Yost
Land of the Rising Sun
© Mike Yost
Morning Commute
© Mike Yost
Photo of a Wall with a Photo of a Wall
© Mike Yost
LED
© Mike Yost
Beneath a Black Sky
© Mike Yost
Dynamic Denizens
© Mike Yost
Walking beneath a Tall Tree in Tokyo
© Mike Yost
Tokyo Nights
© Mike Yost
Lady in the Light
© Mike Yost
King of the Monsters
© Mike Yost
Skytree Blooming beneath a Hole Poked in the Sky
© Mike Yost
The Dancer
© Mike Yost
Red Sky
© Mike Yost
Beneath a Burning Moon
© Mike Yost
Philosophical Sidewalks
“We are a way for the cosmos to know itself.”
—Carl Sagan
© Mike Yost
A Neon Jellyfish in a City Seaway
© Mike Yost
Ghost of Christmas Yet-to-Come
© Mike Yost
Loss and Meanness
Loss and meanness
They are what fill
this world
Though, a few beautiful, tender moments do thrive
Though, not all of us bare witness
Moments flung into our path, spinning out sharp colors that cut the eye
Moments flung out as stars, swimming across the deep surface of a yawning midnight sky
burning against all that inky, boundless black that greedily consumes the light
Moments separated by vastness itself
and burning alone—
in sight of one another,
but void of their warmth
Drifting in a black ocean with tongues of fire that lick obsidian waves
All this loss and meanness
They push against the skin
against the shoulders
shove us into the earth
Soil broken apart beneath bare feet
the lungs fill with dust as we breathe in
as we reach out
Fingers stretched wide apart
grasping at a cluster of nearby flowers
palming petals just to smell their profound fragrance
And only a few,
So very few,
Brush with fingertips those blooms that burn bright violet
and shake without concern in the arms of a warm breeze
© Mike Yost