One of my photos with poetry, almost every day.


musicfortables:

Never Let Me Down Again | Depeche Mode

seriously love this song…one of my top 3 depeche mode songs…a perfect harmony, soaring melody, driving beat and sensual rhythm


Concrete memories are waiting for you there …

Concrete memories are waiting for you there …

in dreamtime,
they slumbered softly
together

in dreamtime,

they slumbered softly

together

A Father’s Love

My 3-year-old nephew and his father … making sparks

A Father’s Love

My 3-year-old nephew and his father … making sparks


azukilynn:

Peter GabrielIn Your Eyes

In your eyes
the light the heat
In your eyes
I am complete
In your eyes
I see the doorways
to a thousand churches
In your eyes
The resolution of
all the fruitless searches
In your eyes
I see the light and
the heat in your eyes
Oh, I want to
be that complete
I want to touch
the light the heat I see
In your eyes…

Click here for the full lyrics.

(Source: jamsofthepast)

"emergence" 


You emerged fromthe denseblue fog of water
finding your way
at lastto yourself

— photo and poem by Lynn Langmade. Copyright 2014.

"emergence"

You emerged from
the dense
blue fog of water

finding your way

at last
to yourself

— photo and poem by Lynn Langmade. Copyright 2014.

"Baby Cow"


Old MacDonald had a farm…
Ee-i-ee-i-O Ee-i-ee-i-O
And on that farm he had some cows
With a moo moo here And a moo moo there Here a moo, there a moo Everywhere a moo moo Old MacDonald had a farm
Ee-i-ee-i-O Ee-i-ee-i-O

(yeah, Saturday mornings, when the Sun is still young, Blake and Jayde and I like to rock out to Countdown Kids. They go freakin’ crazy when I turn this song on, bouncing up and down and screaming—who knew that Old Mac Donald Had a Farm was such a crowd pleaser …right?)
Happy Saturday Everyone :)

"Baby Cow"

Old MacDonald had a farm…

Ee-i-ee-i-O Ee-i-ee-i-O

And on that farm he had some cows

With a moo moo here
And a moo moo there
Here a moo, there a moo
Everywhere a moo moo
Old MacDonald had a farm

Ee-i-ee-i-O Ee-i-ee-i-O

(yeah, Saturday mornings, when the Sun is still young, Blake and Jayde and I like to rock out to Countdown Kids. They go freakin’ crazy when I turn this song on, bouncing up and down and screaming—who knew that Old Mac Donald Had a Farm was such a crowd pleaser …right?)

Happy Saturday Everyone :)

"googly"


A friend of mine once sent me a photo of what he called a “sherbet moth.” The moth was one of the most adorable things I’ve ever seen. It was covered in peach and pink fur. It really did look like sherbet ice cream. Out of this world cool. It made me happy each day I looked at it.
He’s been sad lately. I wanted to send him something cool like that. But unfortunately I haven’t run across a sherbet moth since then. This isn’t a sherbet moth, but I actually thought the eyes on the wings of this little guy looked googly and cute— like he has two pairs of eyes.
I hope it cheers him up  :)

"googly"

A friend of mine once sent me a photo of what he called a “sherbet moth.” The moth was one of the most adorable things I’ve ever seen. It was covered in peach and pink fur. It really did look like sherbet ice cream. Out of this world cool. It made me happy each day I looked at it.

He’s been sad lately. I wanted to send him something cool like that. But unfortunately I haven’t run across a sherbet moth since then. This isn’t a sherbet moth, but I actually thought the eyes on the wings of this little guy looked googly and cute— like he has two pairs of eyes.

I hope it cheers him up  :)

"Conspiracy of Night"


after the sun sankhe stoodterribly silent
and                     alone
peeringthrough the bluegrassin search of the discarded moon.
for only her untouched lightcomforted him
in the great conspiracyof nightthat had becomehis life.

—photo and poem by Lynn Langmade. Copyright 2014.

"Conspiracy of Night"

after the sun sank
he stood
terribly silent

and                     alone

peering
through the bluegrass
in search of the discarded moon.

for only her untouched light
comforted him

in the great conspiracy
of night
that had become
his life.

—photo and poem by Lynn Langmade. Copyright 2014.

pascalcampion:

Happy Father’s day.Pascal Campion Art.This one is from two years ago( still can’t do new drawings yet, but maybe tonight I can do one)This is image is special to me because I use to do this with my dad and now, my son does it with me.. I can’t help but think his son might do it to him .. some circles are worth keeping alive I think.In any case..HAPPY FATHER’s Day.( Pop.. I miss you, I love you)

pascalcampion:

Happy Father’s day.
Pascal Campion Art.
This one is from two years ago( still can’t do new drawings yet, but maybe tonight I can do one)
This is image is special to me because I use to do this with my dad and now, my son does it with me.. I can’t help but think his son might do it to him .. some circles are worth keeping alive I think.
In any case..HAPPY FATHER’s Day.
( Pop.. I miss you, I love you)

"Ninja"
Not sure how your Sunday is going, but mine has been a little weird. I opened the window in the kitchen this morning when I was feeding Blake and Jayde and saw this disintegrating spiderweb. Nothing really that special about it, just the way it was revealed so beautiful like a gift when I opened the window.
I told B & J to hold on for a second. Then I got a chair and my camera. I climbed onto the counter top. I was clicking away and balancing on one foot (cuz there was food all over the counter) when I suddenly realized it was eerily quiet. I turned around and found them both wide-eyed with their mouths open staring at me.
They had that look like, “oh em effing gee, what the heck is our crazy mommy doing now???”
ps. never realized my ballet training would be useful when I was pretending to be super slinky ninja photog.
Ha! happy Sunday

"Ninja"

Not sure how your Sunday is going, but mine has been a little weird. I opened the window in the kitchen this morning when I was feeding Blake and Jayde and saw this disintegrating spiderweb. Nothing really that special about it, just the way it was revealed so beautiful like a gift when I opened the window.

I told B & J to hold on for a second. Then I got a chair and my camera. I climbed onto the counter top. I was clicking away and balancing on one foot (cuz there was food all over the counter) when I suddenly realized it was eerily quiet. I turned around and found them both wide-eyed with their mouths open staring at me.

They had that look like, “oh em effing gee, what the heck is our crazy mommy doing now???”

ps. never realized my ballet training would be useful when I was pretending to be super slinky ninja photog.

Ha! happy Sunday

"Chocolate Drops"
so I’m at the DMV last week standing in long lines while trying to keep Blake and Jayde quiet. this woman comes up to me and says “oh my god, his eyes look just like chocolate drops.” she kept saying this over and over again.
I blame the DMV and a crazy lady for the title of this photo.

"Chocolate Drops"

so I’m at the DMV last week standing in long lines while trying to keep Blake and Jayde quiet. this woman comes up to me and says “oh my god, his eyes look just like chocolate drops.” she kept saying this over and over again.

I blame the DMV and a crazy lady for the title of this photo.

Poetry Book?

Someone asked me this question yesterday on Tumblr and I thought maybe others might like to know the answer:

"Hi, Lynn. Have you ever thought about publishing even e-publishing? I enjoy reading each of your poems and would love to see them in a book I can hold."
Just in case anyone was interested, I am working on publishing book of my poetography and will let everyone know when it’s done.
Thanks for all the luv as usual and just being a bunch of kick-ass photogs :)
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