Virginia Breeze and the Chamber of Commerce

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Your blogging friend has been asked to do the photos for a Visitor’s Guide published by the Chamber of Commerce in this area.

How about that?  And it’s a perfect time of year to take some photos of the outdoors with the leaves just starting to seriously turn different colors.

This publication will go out to thousands of people in the area and it will include a bio of the photographer. So I will be taking a lot of photos in the next few weeks. And there should be some photos of Heaven being published soon because that’s where I will be.

This has also got me thinking about publishing a book of poems and photos using I’m a little late for this Christmas but we will see.

First things first and the Visitors Guide.

I will let you know how it goes.

Also a new edition of WordPress has come out today.  It offers a couple of security fixes so it’s probably a good idea to “get er done”.   And prior to that . . . Today would be a good day to BACK UP the blog.  In fact I am going to do it right now and suggest you might want to do it too.

The Blueberry Fields / Poetry About The Death Of A Loved One

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This is poetry about the death of a loved one. In this case it is my mother who died in 1992. I was taking photos of the James River one day and went back home to get warm and look at them. It was a very peaceful time and as sometimes happens I began to write. The bushes along the river reminded me of something long ago. . .



They left you on a shelf

Beneath the bricks and a cloudy sky

As we waited for your date with a field of grass.

The gentleman who dressed you was nice enough

And he rolled you out when I arrived to say “Good-bye”.

You rested in the center of the room

As I recalled the plastic flowers

On our dining room table years ago.

All of us plus Pops and Nana too

Thanking God for all His gifts

And the Sunday meals you made.


And this as well.

On a beautiful summer day

You put on a white blouse and skirt

And took me to the blueberry fields.

You laughed as I pretended to take a broken drum

Out the door for the berries.

Then you sang a song just for us

As cool breezes charmed my senses

While goodness found mercy

Next to a stream and gave a little boy

A picture that would last until now.


This morning I went to Starbucks

After watching the river at dawn,

Immersed in making photos with pastel shades of sky

And bushes that seemed blue in the early morning air.

I ordered coffee

To awaken my frozen limbs

And a blueberry scone.

The berries are sweet.

I find them more delicious

Than chocolate

Or wine.





This Is Just To Say

I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast. Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold.
-William Carlos Williams

Naked In Eden Blog/ Robin Easton

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My good friend Robin at Naked In Eden : Ancient Memories in the Australian Rainforest wrote this about Virginia Breeze and its disorganized captain:

VIRGINIA BREEZE: David’s blog has some of the most beautiful and cherished poetry I’ve read in a long time. It has moved me to tears on more than one occasion. If you enjoy heartfelt honest sentiments that speak of the core issues of our lives then grab a cup of tea, slow down and read some of David’s poems. They are written by someone who feels deeply and has an open heart. You will go away feeling like you know him. They are easy to understand and are mated with beautiful photos. My post this month was inspired by David’s poetry. His writing sets me free and encourages me to be authentic. He also writes about a variety of topics I find interesting, warm, real (and sometimes funny).

You can’t ask for anything better than this in the way of endorsements or morale building moments can you?

Robin is a treasure. Every once in a long while you meet somebody who you feel close to immediately and Robin is one of those people. There is a long list of readers who have fallen under her spell and I am one of them. Her writing is irresistible and she is funny, entertaining and brave.

That last quality I find very admirable. This fine lady lived in a rain forest and wrote a book about her life. Doing those kind of things requires courage.

If we are all unique then Robin is not afraid to share that uniqueness with the world. Why write a personal blog if you are not going to share something that your reader will not be able to read anywhere else? That’s my opinion about blogging and I find that Robin is the perfect example of somebody who does this extremely well.

I hope and pray she will always have time to stop by here for a few moments because I have grown very attached to her in a very short time. She motivates me to continue trying to become a better writer.

I hope you will take time to get to know her too. You won’t be sorry. I promise.


Have you met someone while blogging you made you feel this way?



Love’s Aging Moments

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For all the different loves there are
I find this one to be by far
The one that keeps me up at night
The one that brings us most delight.

It calls to me each time to climb
The tree of passion fruit divine.
Although I sometimes fail to see
The bending grass that waits for me.

And yes I sometimes fall from grace
And land upon a softer place.
These things they seem to come and go
Like antlers on a dear old foe.

I wish our love could always find
Aphrodite and her shrine
Upon the ocean’s frothy shore
So I could dive and fall no more.

And then our nights would last til dawn
As we would roll upon the shore
With taut skin scratched until it bled
And arched back crying to be fed.

With water glistening on your breasts
Hair laced seashells wildly dressed
Bruised lips laid upon my skin
And birds screaming just where we’ve been.

I would grasp your waist below
And lift you up so you would know
My masterful (Dear God) embrace
And never want to leave this place!

Until this happens close your eyes
Remember when our youth belied
The constant setting of the sun
Days to years that soon would run.

For in my heart the blood flows warm
And sometimes wishes it were young.
But in my mind the sand breathes fire
Embracing you with deep desire.

I wish that I could show you more
But know it’s you that I adore
And help me find the script I laid
Between the words of this brief page.

So then we’ll see just what is what
And who is hot and just how much
Eager to visit warmer clime
And merge both blood and open mind.

I hope you’re ready as they say
To see the dragon slayed today.
Make sure the mirrors have been cleaned
So we may view the fateful deed.

Whatever happens most of all
Let me make you laugh somehow.
Your clown prince cometh soon to town
And all do hope he won’t fall down.

And when at last we rest at night
Upon a silent sheet of light
Listening to the dogs next door
Remember I do you adore.
And know tis you that I adore.


Now might be a good time to mention that the voices speaking in each of my poems are not necessarily me! Parts of them might be me or all or none.

Because this poetry as a whole is not about me! Hopefully it will be more entertaining than it possibly could if that were the case. I am trying to write about our human condition and the strong emotions that are a part of it. Love seems to be an easy one for me to write about but maybe at some point I will try some others. But not really dark ones. I won’t be writing about hate anytime soon. Fear maybe. Oh wait. I already did that in the poem about the tiger. Confusion? Is that an emotion? Embarrassment? That’s a possibility.

We will see. Thank you for all the encouragement I have received for poems already done. They really are the soul of this blog and the main source of its traffic as well.


Maybe we will see you at the beach sometime!

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More poetry from Davidlind

Sailing Away

* * *

Last night we gathered on a ship

Our tribe and all our friends,

And sailed for distant galaxies

To find a peaceful land.

The stars received us as we went

Our lives passed through their gaze

We sailed between bright fire and light

Our eyes were all ablaze.

Read more. . . .

Random Ruminations in Springtime

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It has been quite awhile since I have ruminated in a random fashion here at Virginia Photos. “Why is that?” you might ask. But a better question might be “Why are you pretending that we are talking to you?”. And I don’t know the answer to that question to be perfectly honest. Except perhaps it has something to do with my widgets. Because ever since I did what they asked and upgraded to WordPress 2.5 some of my widgets have been complaining. And some of them haven’t been doing what they are supposed to do. And who can blame them? They had no idea when they were born that someday they would have to deal with WordPress 2.5. How could they anticipate what would be required of them?

So they have slowed down certain processes. And when I change something in the sidebar it takes about twenty minutes for it to show up. There’s a delayed reaction as WP 2.5 digests the new code and spits it out again in the sidebar.

All of this is pretty boring I know. But I just want YOU to know that if you don’t see something around here like a piece of your last post in the comment you made it’s not my fault. (And if I go nuts later tonight you will understand why).

And I also would like to tell you about a guy who is my hero. I don’t know him personally but I see him all the time. Usually he is coming in the opposite direction as I cross the James River close to our home. And he usually is wearing an Eskimo parka with a scarf that covers most of his face.

And there is a very good reason for him to dress this way. He drives a tiny little motorbike with twenty inch wheels. I guess it is his sole mode of transportation because he drives it all year round. He is hunched over this thing with his knees sticking up in the air and his scarf blowing in the breeze as he flies across the bridge at about twenty miles per hour. The rest of us are going about fifty in our cars and it’s a very narrow bridge. One line either way and no room for bicycles either. It’s a very old bridge and it is full of potholes.

When I see this guy coming I couldn’t be more impressed if he was a biker in leather driving a Harley with huge handlebars and tires making a big racket as he goes sixty miles per hour on the back wheel.

I’ve been carrying my Nikon D70 on the passenger seat hoping I can get a photo of him as he navigates the bridge. But it is a very narrow passage and I am afraid I might run over him while trying to drive and focus the camera at the same time.

So that idea is out the window. You will just have to go with the picture I have tried to draw for you in your mind’s eye. Because writing is an ancient form of photography.

And I am the Ancient Mariner.

Sorry. But I did warn you.

Back to the widgets.




A Nice Camera Can Change Your Life

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VIRGINIA BREEZE:  “David’s blog has some of the most beautiful and cherished poetry I’ve read in a long time. It has moved me to tears on more than one occasion. If you enjoy heartfelt honest sentiments that speak of the core issues of our lives then grab a cup of tea, slow down and read some of David’s poems. They are written by someone who feels deeply and has an open heart. You will go away feeling like you know him. They are easy to understand and are mated with beautiful photos. My post this month was inspired by David’s poetry. His writing sets me free and encourages me to be authentic. He also writes about a variety of topics I find interesting, warm, real (and sometimes funny).”

Naked In Eden Blog – Robin Easton

Author . Speaker . Environmentalist . Musician . Adventurer

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“A Nice Camera Can Change Your Life”


Or, at least, a very nice camera can change your life. It changed mine. I won’t say it was a religious conversion or anything as dramatic as that. But taking photos has made my daily life much more interesting. I am never bored now and I used to find time to be bored. When you watch television a couple of hours every day it could be a sign that you are bored!

And I wasn’t that interested in going out either. Being in an interesting place like Virginia Beach or DC or even Disney World was not that fantastic an experience. I would become involved in watching people and seeing all the stuff that’s not so attractive about them. And then my feet and back would start to hurt too.

I was ready to go back to our home or the hotel and have a drink in short order. But taking photos changed that. Because I started looking for things that are beautiful instead of things that are ugly. I became enthusiastic about the search for the interesting and the artistic in nature or in the things man has created. I became very happy when I found it and ignored my physical discomfort. And I am sure my wife appreciated the new more happy, outgoing and energetic me!

I share this with you because I believe there are a lot of folks out there who could benefit from taking up photography. When we went up to DC recently I was standing in front of the Lincoln Memorial and watching everyone taking photos of Abe. Ninety nine percent of them were using those little digital cameras that take about five seconds to capture a photo. Five seconds is an eternity to try and take a photo. People were moving in front of the photo taker. And I am sure the results were uniformly generic. Do you see what I mean? Did you ever want to take a photo that is unusual or original? Did you ever want to express the artistic side of your personality this way?

Try taking this photo with a small digital camera.

And then try taking it with a Nikon D70. You are standing on the beach just after sunrise. You have your camera in hand and your finger is on the button. As you watch the waves coming in a bird takes off behind you as you whirl, focus and shoot in less than a second. Because that is all the time you have and the camera is up to the job.

Here are a few photos I took when we were up in DC. Having a nice camera and a telephoto lens really makes things much nicer. Sure it can be expensive but not any more expensive than a new computer or a flat screen HDTV.

And it’s not just the taking of the photo. In these days its the editing with one of the many fine software programs that are available. You almost become a painter when you start working with the raw material of a new photo. But you need to start out with a great camera and probably a powerful lens or two in order to get that photo . Then you can capture what most are too busy to see with their own eyes and edit it until it is very clear. Finally you can share it with the world. And believe me people will thank you for it. Everyone wants to know that the world they live in still has beauty left in it.

Photography is an art form and you can become an artist. You don’t have to be an intellectual to be an artist. That was something that always put me off. Because I am not that smart. But I can practice taking photos by the hundreds and the thousands. And you know what? Some of them are going to turn out very well.

People have lots of nice things to say about them. And you can see them in my blogs and on Flickr and Picasa Web. But more importantly you can begin to see how someone with no experience or training like yourself perhaps can become a photographer and an artist.

You can create something that is beautiful and meaningful to thousands of people. You can share it in a blog just like this one. And you can become an artist and change your life.

My Photos on Flickr

My Photos on Picasa Web

I started taking photos in earnest about nine months ago. They have made my blogs much more entertaining according to my readers. And because I was learning to be creative I also started writing poetry. So one thing can lead to another and soon you will feel like you have done something that will be remembered twenty years down the road. You will be able to look back and see something about your life that was pretty nice. It will be much better than an old, musty diary. (There’s a reason people grab just average photos when their house is burning down).

But NOW in the present you will find out things about yourself and your world.

You will grow.

And you will discover the creative and energetic soul that is in there somewhere and hoping to come out and play!

Virginia Breeze is here to help you along this path. I’m not here to give you much technical knowledge about photography. But I can help you to see that you can do this too. You can take the photos and you can present them in a blog so that many readers will enjoy what you have done.

You can share your life in a way that is interesting and useful to your readers while it is fulfilling to you.







Valentines Day 2008 / My Dream Lover

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Darkness slips away with dawn

As I return to life and yawn.

My dream friends just evaporate

Into an endless wistful state.

It makes me sad to see them go

And often I awaken slowly

Hoping someone will arrive

Who drives all moments from my mind

And causes dreamy skies to fill

With falling stars of love fulfilled.

As midst this I again will see

Love’s secret epiphany.

How many times will harsh bells chime

And take me from this end of time?

Sorely torn and sent bereft

To wander as a crier adrift

Dreaming of my heart’s desire

Under a sky eyed fire?

Eternal bliss with her I seek

God’s envoy with presence unique.

But now I wake once more she’s gone

And left me

Warm upon the dawn.


One night I pray she comes for me

My own true lovely destiny.

And once again I’ll be entranced

Beg her do her heavenly dance.

Kiss her lightly not let go

Until she touches my heart Oh!

Yes this day I will not be home

And you will find here quite alone

Wrapped in sheets upon this bed

A smile upon a frozen head.

Then call my family

Have a fire

Finish off this life’s desires.

Let laughter reign and envy me


By love’s mystery.


There Will Be No Mosquitoes In Heaven/ The Spiritual Side Of Things

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I have been thinking lately about heaven. And hoping that I will see it someday with my children and the rest of my family. Perhaps even a few close friends can join us and come by to share refreshments once in awhile. But I definitely am down for the idea that heaven exists. And someday most of us will discover it’s a wonderful place. And it’s not just clouds. Clouds are boring after awhile. I know because I try to photograph them all the time.

Heaven is a more colorful place than this. Heaven is full of vibrant colors. There are trees in heaven that are more colorful by far than the ones I photographed last fall. And there are no tree diseases in heaven. Apples, for example, are always smooth and shiny. Where did the worms go? I don’t know but I am afraid they are not in heaven.

That means there are a couple of guys I know who are not going to make it unless they change their ways. But they don’t seem to care very much about an after life. Which is not too smart because they live like they want to get there tomorrow. They are full of contradictions these guys.

But there are no worms in heaven. And there are no diseases either. No germs. No germicidal agents. No cow pies. No mosquitos.

I was really a very strange child. I can remember one time just doing one of those angel things on our front lawn. Except there was no snow. There was just grass. And there were plenty of mosquitos. For some reason that I cannot recall I decided to just zone out while looking up at the sky. And of course the mosquitoes could not believe their luck. Here was at least six pints of exquisite red juice and someone who wasn’t going to fight back. It was about as close to heaven as a mosquito is ever going to get because every juice holder in the universe is willing to play tag when a mosquito invites himself to dinner.

But there will be no mosquitoes in heaven.

The only problem with heaven as far as I can see is that it is not the end of the road. I believe pretty firmly in reincarnation. So that means we do have a nice period of rest and relaxation. Someone and I think it might be Sylvia Browne says it is around fifty years or so. And then we “Come on down” again as Bob Barker would say. It makes sense that it would be about fifty years because for most of human history people lived about that long. So maybe a balance exists between this side and the other side. Its 50/50 so to speak.

I have somewhat neglected the Spiritual category in this blog up until now. But I have seen the light. StumbleUpon was actually distracting me from doing things to go forward. SU is a sugar high and does not help actual blog growth. And that’s the way they want it. It’s a social network that is delightful based on the way in unearths great websites and posts. But its purpose is not to make your blog grow unless maybe you find ideas that help your blog grow when you press the stumble button.

So I have this challenge before me. I really enjoy beautiful things. Whether they are plants or animals or people doesn’t really matter much to me. It is beauty I am pursuing with some vigor. Even my rudimentary efforts to create poems is (are?) a chase towards a beautiful moment. The challenge is to somehow bring the spiritual together with the terrestrial and create a meaningful whole.

This could take awhile. Meanwhile I beg you once again to do the RSS thing. I have this idea that Google is tricking me into believing I actually have readers. Only an increase in RSS numbers will dash this notion.

So heaven is real. And we probably don’t spend enough time imagining what it will be like. But someone who is very, very spiritual has written about it. And so I plan to share his words with you. In fact I plan to explore the spiritual side of things at least twice per week for the foreseeable future. And hopefully readers will have something to say about it.

The Fog Of Depression And Rebirth

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I have been wandering around Blog Land this morning wondering what to do next. It only takes a moment with the stats to realize that all those cheerful Christmas posts I wrote in the past few weeks are old news. Someone has turned out the lights on my stats and I had to laugh about it.

So I stopped in several places and found some bloggers who are doing things that I admire.

This led me to another blog by a woman who has managed to crack the top ranks while writing about her life. That is quite a challenge as the stat list on the prior blog notes that only 6% of traffic heads in this direction.

I’m sure I am the last person to have noticed her existence. Heather Armstrong and

This was the passage that caught my eye.

“I suffer from chronic anxiety and depression, and I believe it started manifesting itself when I was in high school, maybe earlier. I didn’t seek treatment, however, until my sophomore year in college when I was on the brink of dropping out …”

I can perhaps experience more sympathy for this person than many because I experienced Dysthymia or recurring bouts of depression from the time I was in high school until now actually. Except that I do not experience it now because of the wonderful results of taking Welbutrin. It does go away! And I only started taking it regularly a couple of years ago. So that means I was dealing with depression for about forty years. And you wonder why I am so cheerful sometimes!

It can take a long time to come to terms with the need for a medication of this kind on a regular basis. She talks about this in a post that breaks my heart. It is so well written and full of pain and honesty. Still…she has made the decision to stay with the medication forever. Or at least until we have left this shadow filled vale of tears. Because that is what it is for someone who is depressed. It starts with a bright day and you may not have a problem in the world. And suddenly there is a very dark cloud moving in on you. Can you think of a day when an afternoon storm rolled in and suddenly you were running to pick up the kids and the lawn chairs before they blew away?

I have a young son who is much like me. With my encouragement he is taking Welbutrin. Keep an eye on the kids! Mine will never experience the torments I endured.

I used to worry that I would lose my soul if I took an antidepressant. I wondered whether I would be able to meditate or experience a full range of emotions in my daily life. The verdict is that I can do this. Recently I wrote a group of poems in about two days. I don’t know where they came from because I had never done anything like this before in my life. I have always enjoyed poetry but was never able to actually focus well enough to be creative.

Blogging actually helped me to reach the point where these were possible. Because it is a creative venture also. And it always will be for me. This is more important than any amount of money I could earn from advertisers. This blog is about redemption and a second chance. It is about life and the force that will eventually reclaim us from the prisons our brains construct for us.

Men Love Their Sons/ Sad Poems Of Love

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How many joys there are in life!

And moments I have loved.

But few have ever measured to

Those days when you were young.

My son I watched you run along

These wave infested shores

And thought I never saw a soul

Who could be more adored.

Your hand in mine struck like a jewel

Of glass with gold and pearl.

Your eyes were like the sky filled dawn

Surrounded by those curls.

Then came a day you pulled away

You saw the birds and ran.

I worried you would fall and hurt

Your knees upon the sand.

But never did you falter in

Your quest to become free.

You ran and ran

And when returned

You towered over me.

And so I tell you when you find

Your son is running far.

Rejoice also and hold him well

Through many setting suns.

Then plead with heaven to erase

The time when he grows old.

Days when he is off to race

And leaves his father in this place

To hear the old ships mourn.


Tell Her Of Your Deep Love/ Romantic Poems

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How is it possible

We are here today?

I can remember being alone

Before you came

And opened up my world.

And now the wind is all around my heart

And sand enfolds your lovely feet.

I am beyond caring for past or future moments.

We are here.

Flying with so many eyes

And wings upon the current.

They will find our shoes.

And echoes of our cries upon the wind.

Children running on the beach

And days we cannot number.