Tag Archives: Capture

Like Leaves In Autumn

Like Leaves In Autumnby Michael DoyleA quintessential road trip brings to mindThat Autumn has come to leave Summer behindMany roads can be taken, traveling any wayTo capture the colors that make up our daysAutumn falls like leaves becoming flowersThere is … Continue reading

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In Beginning To Chill Hostility

In Beginning To Chill Hostilityby Michael DoyleIn truth, Christ came to save us allBringing us peace, as we might recallChrist has already graced us as He’s doneIn the name of the Father, the Spirit, and the SonIn this world, hanging … Continue reading

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A Sultry Obsession

A Sultry Obsessionby Michael DoyleSince an early age, I have had a sultry obsessionWith a kind of magic that cannot be held in possessionCleaning up after others was maybe not so wonderfulBut it was doing my bit to keep our … Continue reading

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In An Act of Hope

In An Act of Hopeby Michael DoyleIn an act of hope, we turn to poetryTo capture life’s acts in some capacityIt expands beyond what any language can doTo extend and share my heart’s point of viewWe live in a world … Continue reading

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Waking To the Smell of Coffee

Waking To the Smell of Coffeeby Michael DoyleWhat if life could be seenBy every single human beingPut out as if a streaming movie?Would we still want to be you and me?Or is this an awful possibilityAnd we’d want to buy … Continue reading

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I’d Rather Be Ashes Than Dust

I’d Rather Be Ashes Than Dustby Michael DoyleI’d rather be ashes than dustI’d rather throw deep when I mustTaking the risks to succeedThis is the satisfaction of spiritual needFaithful in all that we doReady in capturing God in our viewUnafraid … Continue reading

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Life Taken By Slice

Life is filled with events that beg for good photographs that capture their essence.  Next in the series on photography and photograph composition. Life Taken By Slice by Michael Doyle Birthdays, weddings and holidays Special occasions in a million ways … Continue reading

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Fly On A Photographer’s Wall

Another peek into the photographs of persons and their relationships: Fly On A Photographer’s Wall by Michael Doyle Photographs so perfectly still Are a marvel that makes us feel All these candid moments captured well Soul numbing as they tell … Continue reading

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In A Freeze of Time

A little something about taking other people’s photographs: In A Freeze of Time by Michael Doyle A still photograph freezes time Offering its momentary relationship sublime Lasting memories never to be taken back A single shot at stopping time in … Continue reading

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Indiana Back Hills

I am not sure really how Google’s mapping GPS works.  It usually gives me the most direct and quickest route to my destination.  On my way home last night, I received directions that could not have possibly have been the … Continue reading

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