Been a While – Reconfiguration

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  It’s been a while since my last post… A lot has happened… I got married… Bought a house out in the country… Even Started a side business making crafts out of recycled pallets and selling them at craft shows… Life is different now and I can’t wait to share it with you… I am […]

My Little Buddy Cooper

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Something a little different… This is a collection of my favorite photographs of my little buddy Cooper… I hope you enjoy them as much as I like taking them… plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.

Midnight Float – Chasing Moonlight

Apple Blossom Solo - Soergel Orchards - Wexford, PA

Apple Blossom Solo – Soergel Orchards – Wexford, PA

Enter twilight… Heavenly moon chasing daylight fleeting…
Stars fall and comets swoon… Streaks through skies repeating…
Early spring evening dreaming… Midnight lightning strikes are streaking…
Heavens skies in blue and orange… Color constantly competing…

Out for a midnight float… Replaying dreams now we’re stuck in the sky…
Moments unfolding slowly… Lucid memories fall through the lie…
Styles overlay in nature… Complimentary to chaos as we cry…
In the spring we awaken… In the winter we wither and die…

Summer sun chasing moonlight… Moonlight chasing the glowing sun…
In this moment surrendered… You and I will act as one…
Together at last… Together through till the year is done…
Through the waters we will sail… Through the meadows we run…

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Young Buck in Frick Park - Pittsburgh, PA

Young Buck in Frick Park – Pittsburgh, PA

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Spring Awakening – Me and my Cloud

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Sunrise into the Moon – Soergel Orchards – Wexford, PA – Sorry I haven’t been writing much lately… It was a rough winter… Not much inspiration around these parts…

Just me and my cloud… Together at last…
Sailing the seven seas to heavens so vast…
Under the bright moon we toast to the stars…
Venus is to the west… In the north floats Mars…

Next to me sits a naked tree occupied by a crow…
Listening to the sounds of life stutter and grow…
Tree blossoms swell as the days grow longer…
The sun in the spring makes my broken soul stronger…

Above the earth floats a waning crescent moon…
Floating across calm waters we watch a single loon…
We watch the stars fall from the early morning sky…
Nature silence broken when the mourning doves cry…

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Soldiers in the Sunrise – Soergel Orchards – Wexford, PA – These photographs are from the morning of March 17th… The sun was just beginning to rise into the sky… I hopped on a farm buggy and shot to the top of the hill… My arrival was just in time to witness a small sliver of the moon holding on to the sky…

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McIntosh Sunrise – Soergel Orchards – Wexford, PA – I will write more as the spring months get under way… Much of what I do on this blog depends on nature… So I am considdering this the start of my 2015… I will be taking photographs daily and will also write daily… So heres to a wonderful 2015…

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Kicking Down Doors

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“January Ice” – Whitney Avenue – Wilkinsburg, PA

When one door closes… Kick that mother fucker to the ground…
A mind is a terrible thing to hide behind a crown…
Dreaming minds define… Faded memories and signs…
Heat waves rise to distort the double street lines…

Abandoned houses in waiting against a blood red sky…
An evening of dreams lost when the mourning doves cry…
Under blue skies… Under the dust clouds calling…
Even an evil man cries to God when he’s falling…

Motivation is relative… Reincarnation a daily occurrence…
Hell is the most powerful of the man made deterrents…
Justice is a fallacy… Recovery is a monetary system…
Criminal is what they call it when we attempt to resist them…

Stand tall and prepare to defend the beliefs you find right…
Nothing in the world changes without a peaceful fight…
Heaven is in your mind… The sweet flesh beneath a rind…
We all cry to our own God when life has us in a bind…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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Memories in Orange – Yellow and Blue

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“Yellow Skeletons on Distant Blue” – Frick Park – Pittsburgh, PA – Standing on the side of a mountain… Photograph of the trees…

Excuse me while I slip out the door…

Memories… Memories of another time…
Memories of my darkest hours… Days… Weeks… Years…

I have been to the end before… A land of perpetual night…
Even in the darkness we must strive to see the light…
Self inflicted pain hangs from an orange extension cord…
Surrounded by needles… Surrounded by rotting boards…

Fate is an excuse we blame when life has got us down…
Heaven is alternative to our souls rotting in the ground…
Experience is relative… Darkness is a state of mind…
Walk across the dirty water and you are who you’ll find…

Blood in the water… Muddy sewers mainline to nowhere…
Mind like a pantry… Shelves empty and the fridge is bare…
Alone in this nightmare because no one knows the lie…
If a junky dies in the city… Does anyone care if he cries…

Orange street light reminder of the places I have been…
When you fight a dragon choose a sword over a pen…
Frost falls on the minds of those who lay out in the cold…
Every one of us dreams about the rainbows promised gold…

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Sunshine and Moonshine

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“Autumn Splendor” – Frick Park – Pittsburgh, PA

Moonshine… Evening rising… Sunshine falling…
Cold wind blows away the morning sun calling…
Alone with you… Together with a meadow lark…
Seasons slide away into the never ending dark…

Sunshine fleeting… Fog rising off the calm water…
Flashbacks to carefree days… Bud and sunshine blotter…
Steadfast we glide across mountains made of lime…
Aging is just the way we come to terms with time…

We will shine… Our reflections dance on the still lake…
Confidence is nurtured… Bread is what we break…
In the morning spiritual energy tends to rise and fall…
When the weather breaks we will answer natures call…

Nightfall resigns… Yet our spirits continue to rise…
We are limited to the earth… Birds rule the sky…
Our souls fly above the clouds and into outer space…
Some folks pray for peace… Others pray for grace…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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