Tag Archive for ‘Winter’

He Listens

He tilts his head upward
Footfalls slapping against icy pavement and cracked concrete
His eyes open against the weight of an empty sky
That pulls at branches bare, rattling without the clap of leaves

The cold cuts sharply through the clouds
Through his jacket and through his bones
Through the very sun itself
Slinking behind gliding gossamer

He drops his head
Footfalls silent beneath icy memories and cracked thoughts
Eyes closed against the weight of an empty sky
That pulls at branches bare, dancing without the clap of leaves

He listens

© Mike Yost

The Absence of Light

shadow-streams_darker

The absence of light

Branches out

Like streams made of shadows

Carving valleys into the landscape

Alluvial fans forever fixed behind warmth

Hidden from the sun

From its own creator

And as fire dives beneath the surface of the horizon

Streams converge into rivers bleeding into an ocean of darkness

Fathoms of infinity floating high above

Only to  evaporate

By a deluge of blue sky

A mirage of cerulean

Painted by a morning star

Photograph and Prose copyright Mike Yost 2017

Wings of Spontaneity

It was all so spontaneous.

Unpredictable.

Violating the sacred boundaries of my comfort zone.

I finished up some work on the computer and snapped my laptop shut.

I threw on my leather jacket to keep warm, laced up my Gore-Tex boots to keep my feet dry, and wandered out of my apartment into the frigid embrace of the brisk night, my camera swinging gently from my neck.

Street_Night - Peace

My boots hit the sidewalk without direction or purpose as I began searching for whatever it was I was looking for.

Street_Night - Light Reflected

Listless.

Lost.

Alive.

Street_Night - Wall Art

I quickly discovered the city had been waiting patiently for me, slowly revealing its secrets with each shot as I meandered my way through the scurry of passing cars, couples with interlocked gloved hands, a drunk stumbling while singing some forgotten, archaic tune.

Street_Night - Pete's

And every time I raised my camera to my eye and heard the shutter go “click,” I thought to myself how lucky I was to be dragged out of my place by the swift wings of spontaneity.

Street_Night - Circle of Light

 

Photographs and Prose copyright Mike Yost 2016