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Remember me? I have been practicing my photography and building a social media presence… I was just thinking about whether or not to start a new blog, then I realized how dumb that would be! I have been working on my photography skills, while practicing in one of the most photogenic areas around. I have […]
“Accident in Primary” – My Pocket – A simple cell phone photo I apparently shot in my pocket… I liked it enough to use it… Unedited…
Tonight… The winter fog slowly settles on my sleepy street…
The only thing louder than my heartbeat
The sound of silence… Stifling…
Distant felines screeching and crying…
With a steady pace I cut through the fog…
Rain drops falling so I start to jog…
Through the puddles I feel the cold…
Dreaming of you gives me a warming soul…
Tonight… The clouds must be especially sleepy…
Purposely making the landscape look creepy…
Looking at the cold midnight sights…
Orange ambience of the urban street lights…
Tonights slight breeze smells of the snow…
Cutting through the rain showers so slow…
Cutting through the cold air…
And cutting sharply through my mind…
Urban life is really something special…
Wildlife… Those living the wild life…
Houses packed like books on a shelf…
Side by side… Like volumes in a series…
Each one is similar… Yet completely different…
plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello
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“Blueberry Ice” – Whitney Avenue/Hamnett Way – Wilkinsburg, PA – This photograph doesn’t have a damn thing to do with this poem… I left the camera inside tonight… My purpose was to write… A camera would just distract me…
Watching people on streets come and go…
Abandoned houses remain capped in snow…
Occupied homes emanate clouds of smoke…
When the wind blows the stream is broke…
Neighborhood cats normally skittish and mean…
Using my warmth to get the energy to clean…
After a few minutes he is on his way…
Chasing a lost leaf across a frozen display…
After a few moments an old car rolls past…
The smell of exhaust and discount gas…
The car slowly rolls to a screeching stop…
Lights turn off and bass lines drop…
A few minutes pass into the crunch of ice…
A stranger slithers past staring not so nice…
There’s a guy on that porch we gotta roll…
Drop me on the corner and I’ll grab your toll…
Another night observing the urban streets…
Another drug deal by a kid packing heat…
Realizing we are all slaves to the dollar…
Blue collar… White collar…
And then there’s me… The green collar…
plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello
The Green Thumbed Vagabond
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“Floating in Blue” – April 2013 – Wilkinsburg, PA – Dandelions floating in a dyed puddle…
Little bird sitting on a naked branch… Winter feathers puffed up and proud… Working for the right to live… Singing for the seeds I give… Singing for the sheltered trees… Crying in the frigid breeze…
Awake before the rising sun… Early risers we are one… Light the candle see your eyes… In the glow our spirits fly… Evening energy differs from day… Mornings we work and evenings we play…
Always seek the beautiful… Always take the scenic route… Take the path to stellar dreams… Believe in Jack and magic beans… Have faith in your hands and you will find… Nature cooperates with piece of mind…
Plants bloom and water flows… Birds sing and vegetables grow… A healthy garden grows a healthy you… Thinking like this will change your view…
plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello
I wanted to take a second and mention that I am in the process of writing a book… As of right now the title is “A Green Thumbed Vagabond”… But knowing me… That is subject to change… Any way… I’ll keep everyone updated as the project progresses…
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“November Evening” – Whitney Avenue – Wilkinsburg, PA
Sixty-eight magical degrees…
November evening autumn dreams…
Maples yellow rolling thunder…
Life is full of natural wonder…
Still the leaves are holding back…
Seeds still germinate in the cracks…
Cotton clouds cover the burning sun…
Believe this front could be the one…
To end this spell the start of winter…
Indian summer a little splinter…
Before our next coat of white…
Fall has surely fought the fight…
Daylight quickly fades to dark…
Signals trees to bear their bark…
Farmers harvest hardy crops…
Four short months till spring snowdrops…
plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello
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“Morning Blue” – © chriscondello 2013 – Jeanette Street – Wilkinsburg, PA
Morning clouds white like cotton…
Clematis smells of sweet autumn…
Signs of summers impending end…
Fall is right around the bend…
Goldenrod compliments blue aster…
Evenings are coming even faster…
Soon the leaves will feed the earth…
Storing life for springs rebirth…
Sapphire blue is the morning sky…
Rain drops and the mourning doves cry…
Today I will work… Love and pray…
Thanking God for another day…
plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello
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“Asphalt Creeping” – © chriscondello 2013 – Vassar Way – Wilkinsburg, PA – So many textures and patterns… I could hardly contain myself… The wavy new asphalt interacting with hundred year old bricks… And a concrete gutter… An urban timeline…
Block after block… Outlined in black… Highlighted in gray… Urban sprawl… City night call… Orange tones and abandoned house bones… Sights… Sounds… And alley cat moans… Creeping through the darkness… Lit by the lightning bugs… Flying through my mind…
Jasmine blossoms bless the air… Scented lily’s… Citrus blooms… All combine in my backyard room… Raise the bar on my scarred soul… Enhances energy… Enlightens life… Brightens the darkness… Fuels the light… Currently all my energy… Comes from flowers of white… Scented dreams… Scented memories…
Streets lined in gardens… Hell strips converted to heavens… Scented herbs beneath my feet… Impossible to miss if you park on the street… Sunflowers hide the telephone poles… These should be everyone’s goals… Simply don’t ask permission… It’s a guaranteed no… It will probably mess with the traffic flow…
Even after all the rhymes and theory… People apparently don’t seem to hear me… Plant a garden… Or a tree… Do it without asking… Do it for free… Or get paid… Regardless… Just do something… Something for you… Something for me… Something for the land… Or something for the sea…
Promote life…
plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello
I now have prints of some of my work available here – http://society6.com/chriscondello – If you would like a print of a photo not listed… Just ask…
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Bright orange full moon… Summer evening… Month of June… Dreaming… Silently still cool air… Compliments the concrete… Beneath my bare feet… Warmth… Radiating energy… Memories… Whispers of the sunlight… Memories of the day… Residual heat in a thermal display… The air tonight is incredibly fresh… Gravel footsteps… Barking dogs… And the laughing of crazy ladies… The cry of the upstairs baby…
Sleep eludes me… Watching the moon… Watching the scavenging momma raccoon… Babies number three… Eight beady eyes… Digging for a garbage can surprise… This evening is too perfect to rest… Abandoned houses… Quiet… Secure… Make great neighbors… Quiet… For sure… Silence is relative… Beauty is what you see… Art is whatever the fuck the artist says it is… Expression of ones surroundings is paramount… Regardless of where you may be…
I see photographs from world travelers… Places I’ll never be… Sights I’ll never see… At least I’ll see it through your eyes… But for now I’ll stick to the ghetto sunrise… I’m happy here… I find inspiration here… I write this poem from the energy that was… It surrounds me… Abandoned homes… Abandoned dreams… The energy surrounding me practically screams… Heroin numbed me… But now I’m free… Awake to the energy… Constantly…
Cold grass contrasts the warm cement… Floating across a sea of green… Surrounded by cement… A constant feature… Impervious to rain… Feels no pain… But tonight it’s bleeding warmth… Energy from a beautiful day… A day we were both alive… Midnight… Cool air… Sounds of air conditioners… Sirens Blare… Beautiful silence… Police cars window light… Blinding in the night… Watching me in my pajamas… If only he knew… I was sharing this with you… Maybe he would just move on…
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plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello
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“Sapphire Blue” – © chriscondello 2013 – Whitney Avenue – Wilkinsburg – Summer has finally arrived… Accordingly… We all celebrate the day… But to be completely honest… The first day of Summer was hot and humid… But the first evening of Summer was magical…
The orange glow of the street lights…
Compliments a sapphire blue sky…
Signs that spring has come and gone…
Out with the fireflies…
The air is fresh… Crisp and clean…
thought so pure… Atmosphere serene…
It’s really a great day to be alive…
My church involves the daily sunrise…
Summer comes but a few times a life…
Yet most of us spend it working for strife…
Only a few know how to let it all go…
Happy thoughts make my mind grow…
It’s only when that evil thought creeps in…
A foul mouth but a pretty grin…
Like a stray cloud on a sunny day…
Raindrops when you want to play…
But today we celebrated a friend…
Who’s life has come to a tragic end…
One who would want us all to succeed…
He would expect us all to do good deeds…
When I started this poem the air was cool…
Tonight my sweat is collecting in a pool…
Mosquitos keep buzzing passed my ears…
The neighbors are out grinding each others ears…
Beer bottles shatter in the street…
And then the sound of running feet…
Damn… This is a great night to be alive…
Tomorrow I’ll celebrate with my daily sunrise…
And for all my friends that no longer see…
Yet every one would expect us to be…
Awake to see the sun rise and set…
And let go of all our fucked up regrets…
Dedicated to my friend Matt Thomas… Who was a man of leisure… And a man of summer… And a man that just wanted his friends to be happy and enjoy life…
plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello
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