And a moment of time captured forever…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014-15] all photography, poetry, and stories are (C) unless posted otherwise.
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014-15] all photography, poetry, and stories are (C) unless posted otherwise.
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“This is our history – from the Transcontinental Railroad to the Hoover Dam, to the dredging of our ports and building of our most historic bridges – our American ancestors prioritized growth and investment in our nation’s infrastructure.”
~Cory Booker~
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“Poetry is a dream which gives us vision; photography is a reflection of our dreams that give us hope.”
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
Color eases our perceptions
It reveals all truth o itself
Unlike a black and white photograph
That persuades us to analyze
What we have envisioned
Its message to be
Then when we are convinced of it
We awake the next day
Only to find that it has changed
While we were sleeping
In living Color…
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“There is a gray area between the black and the white, and it’s called balance.”
“The things I see sway me to become better, See more, and believe.”
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
Art is what gets us beyond what is real. It makes reality more real. It also shortens the distance we gotta travel to see how connected we are.
(Laura Pritchett, Sky Bridge: A Nove)
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Sometimes I hide from what I know to be true for it frightens me
My journey insists I cross a bridge that I rather not cross
Like a child’s uncertainty walking by the light of the moon
So my thoughts intrude in my clouded mind persuading me to higher ground
I must cross or I will surely die
A bitter death of a spiritual kind
Intuitively I am painfully aware that I mustn’t haste
A day dream becomes my reality
demanding I move from my comfort zone
I am afraid…
What is on the other side…
Can you tell me
Or maybe I could continue
To hide…
…
…
…
No
I
Want
To
Be
Alive
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
And yet another bridge to cross
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He who cannot forgive, burns the bridge over which he himself must pass someday.
(Chinese proverb)
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