Eternity

Evangeline

Evangeline

by Deidre Moore

Evangeline your eyes haunt me

In the dead of night

Small head suckling at my breast

Tiny sounds of childish content

A gasp and then a cry

Ripped away, the milk still dripping from your mouth,

Tears running from your eyes.

How do I live without you?

What choices do I make?

When my world was built around you,

Now the streets are empty and crowded no more

Wind rustles through the shutters, the curtains blow,

A ghost town, a celluloid memory in silver and white

Do I keep the photos?

Can I peel them out and throw them away?

Tear them from my mind.

Do I have that strength? Or do I keep the pain?

It’s all I have left of you.

Evangeline why do I cry?

How do I breathe without you?

How can I commit that sacrilege?

Haunted by a memory, was it real, do I just deny it? And you?

What do I choose?

I stumble on a crack in the sidewalk

I look down at the scuffed hopscotch forgotten, it is time to go inside

Who am I?

". . . but I can't find my way home"

It's been awhile, but I've finally finished editing a shoot I did months ago of my friend, professional model, Tracy Barrows and her two boys. Enjoy!

Fly

Fly
by Dee Moore

I want to take your soul,
I want to fly,
Fly so high,
Away from all those crimes,
And sighs,
Leave it all behind
Release you into the pure
sunlight,
Burn you clean,
Wash away your sins,
Wash away your pain,
To hold you till your
Screams turn to sobs,
Take you away from your shame,
Allow you to discover yourself once again,
You've forgotten who you are under all that rage -
I'd give you that back
If I could take your soul and help you fly high again.

Harvest Moon

Same moon, same night, barely minutes apart all shot during the Blue Hour.
Oregon
September 2011

Blowsion 2011

  These photos were shot at the Blowsion Jet Ski competition Sept. 11, in Pacific City, OR.  Select the photos to see them full size.