I sold my soul to the devil
and the devil wanted his back.
You, he said, you think you’re
so very smart? Smart this one
if you can. If I can.
Smart is like the sound of
boots crunching a rocky trail;
smart is like the groans and gasps
of some oddsome, burning tale;
smart is like the warm blue sky
lying down with cool water,
its reward to bleed its golden life
in its golden hour.
They told me, they said, to seek
the light, that it would be a comfort
to the lens. So it’s just me,
I suppose, in my oddsomeness
that I prefer to look for the dark:
less is more, more is less,
and black—well black—black
holds itself in everything.
I went for a walk around Thompson Dam, a reservoir that is close to where I live. It should be only 8 miles, but I got lost a few times, so only heaven knows how far I really hiked. On the walk went with me Ernest Bloch, the great mid-20th century composer on the headphones, my camera in hand and the need for a poem I wanted to write. Some would say—and would perhaps be correct—that I got short changed. Perhaps…
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The photograph was taken during my walk that day at Thompson Dam. The rest of the photographs I took on that hike can be found here at With Bloch at Thompson Dam. For more photography, please visit the Book of Bokeh.
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