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The catalyst. Date: May 2, 2011 |
Photos by mjh
April’s theme gives way to May’s: from poetry to photography. My goal for my birth month is to post a photo (or group) here every day – some old, some new.
Here is my most frequently seen photo on Flickr:
Photographed on my kitchen floor, this big, brown spider has been viewed 3,059 times on Flickr since 12/1/2007 (nearly 700 times in the past year). I really don’t know why. I have other pictures on Flickr of bugs (125) and spiders (16).
This photo of a pasque flower is my second-most frequently viewed photo on Flickr, seen only 684 times. Mind you, I’m delighted any of my photos are seen once and thrilled by those few that are seen by two dozen people.
My Windows Live Photo Gallery consists of just over 38,500 photos since 2000 — exactly 10% more than one year ago (yup, I kept 10 photos per day, but shot many more). Over the next month, I’ll spare you most of the 38,500, but hope to find one you will enjoy. Let me know what you think or use the Ratings stars, Facebook Likes or Comments.
My photos appear in the following places:
- www.photosbymjh.com/ – this photoblog
- www.flickr.com/photos/mjhinton – my best, a few at a time (by tags)
- picasaweb.google.com/photosbymjh – albums
- www.mjhinton.com/photos/ – a portfolio
I celebrated National Poetry Month by posting one of my poems each day. As of 5/1/11, I posted 4×7 poems, each with a reading (sound file). To end the month, I’ve added a new Poems theme to my blog and a new domain: www.poemsbymjh.com. Your ratings and comments are welcomed.
this simple truth
I wish the stories all were true
that we love to tell
and I could be again with you
in Heaven or in Hell.
That I could be again with you,
and all our friends as well,
would bring the greatest joy to me
in Heaven or in Hell.
But we all know this simple truth
that on this earth we dwell
in measured days of age and youth
not Heaven nor in Hell. mjh
1/13/06
For my Mom, who taught me language and love.
Listen to this simple truth
My Virtual Chapbook (table of contents)
I dreamed I was gardening when a brilliant blue bird landed nearby. It picked its way through the plants until it hopped up on my hand. I thought, ‘wait til I tell Merri I saw a Blue Warbler.’
Seek Alternate Route
There was an accident today
on the road to Poetica.
A truck tipped over
on the road most taken
spilling thousands of poems.
Some handwritten on loose leaf.
Some neatly typed.
Traffic was tied up for hours
as people stood in the road reading
laughing and crying
and sharing their favorites.
O, the humanity. mjh
3-31-2010
Listen to Seek Alternate Route
My Virtual Chapbook (table of contents)
A bird pooped on my hand today. A wild bird flying I-don’t-know-how-far above me. I was hanging up laundry, which was spared. Some consider it a sign of good things to come.
First time in my life. I have a photo, but decided not to post it.