the design, poetry & photography of Carl Setzer
a riot of blossoms
celebration of new life
soon fluttering down
I walk by this tree regularly. It’s been daily during the lockdown. Spring is fully on. The blossoms lovely, temporary. Perhaps that’s part of their; their impermanence. So very Zen of me, I guess.
silence outside
daylight still waking
the quiet of poems
daises in the rain
water dripping from my hat
the wind’s memory
sunlight flows downwards
fir trees grasping towards the clouds
a gentle spring breeze
my movement is life
concrete underneath my feet
sunlight through the clouds
Shot the photo while on a walk near home, then edited in Instagram. Original is color, but black and white just felt right.
suburban walking
humor in this time of fear
crows laughing boldly
a bird sings solo
dawn’s hints in the eastern sky
serenading dawn
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in this night’s darkness
within the sacred silence
seek peace together
the blue sky beckons
one blossom reaches the sky
gravity ignored
More signs of springtime
As I walk in the sunlight
Birds’ discourse above
