Welcome to John Moser's Image Workshop / Playground

In the Creek Bottom

Some days I live for the glimpse

of this or that creek

choked with debris

bottles, road oil or limbs

I can sometimes use to cross

if they fall just right

or naked, exposed at a spot

past the guard rail for a split

second, speeding down 95

the trickle past clinging vines

and the grip of sand silting.



3 responses

  1. I’m always impressed with you, brother, but these last two posts are blowing me away.

    March 11, 2011 at 10:06 am

    • boatdog

      Thank you! One of my new year’s resolutions is to write 365 post-it-note poems this year. Lately, I’ve been matching them up with photos and/or using photos for the inspiration for the poems or vice-versa.

      March 11, 2011 at 3:21 pm

  2. O3

    I was on a roll photographing these urban creeks in town when some mallard ducks came flying out at me from one of these sadly polluted waterways. It was beautiful, yet not. I also have been trying to stop at all the swamp locations you get a fleeting glimpse of driving, so the poem hits home for me too.

    March 11, 2011 at 6:29 pm

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s