Menswear Dog......

Unleashed: Menswear Dog from Blue Chalk on Vimeo.

Want to be happy? Be grateful!

TED talk: Published on Nov 27, 2013 The one thing all humans have in common is that each of us wants to be happy, says Brother David Steindl-Rast, a monk and interfaith scholar. And happiness, he suggests, is born from gratitude. An inspiring lesson in slowing down, looking where you're going, and above all, being grateful. TEDTalks is a daily video podcast of the best talks and performances from the TED Conference, where the world's leading thinkers and doers give the talk of their lives in 18 minutes (or less). Look for talks on Technology, Entertainment and Design -- plus science, business, global issues, the arts and much more. Find closed captions and translated subtitles in many languages at http://www.ted.com/translate

Gardens of the World (trailer)

Among other interests, I love gardens and am a confirmed gardener in development!

Several of my poems...........

Alive*

I love blue green mixed against

soothing eggplant hues and

orange gold strands that stand up

the breath, smile, skin feel of him

the man who treasures each second

of our walk through time together

a furry bundle watching door,

so overjoyed she jumps beyond

eleven years to hug me with her eyes

the act of never giving up

through grasp for air,

bloodied knees, exhausted crawl

reaching one more time

for the best of futures

retraining muscles that could so easily

stop

freeze in place

to press through wrinkled stance

to try, to reach for hands, to smile

while all the while

thanking the light

for switches that work both ways.

Freed*

Steep holds my breath hostage.

Knees quiver, eyes stutter

and yet

a voice whispers

“Yes, “

A louder voice says,

“You own this!”

I move into

downward fall,

remembering the rhythm.

I am dancing

with gravity,

timing the steps

with my poles.

I am flying

across the sky.

Joy propels me.

I ascend above the clouds

of day to day.

Smile explodes

within me.

“I did it,” I say.

I can do anything.

Strength*

(For Henry)

He is the mountain around which my heart grows,

the man who swallows tears, because he knows

I slowly pass through white out.

Before his eyes, parts of me begin to fade.

There is no scream loud enough

to wake the gods, to stop the blizzard in its tracks.

And yet, he smiles.

He does not run; he does not hide.

He walks beside me, each caress a shield

against the never ending storm.

*All rights to poems above held by author M.G. McNew.

".....The rhythm and motion..." (a re-post of a visual poem)

Revelation, a Visual Poem. from sebastien montaz-rosset on Vimeo.

Vimeo Video - "View From the ISS at Night"

View from the ISS at Night from Knate Myers on Vimeo.

From Vimeo: View from the ISS at Night from Knate Myers PLUS Every frame in this video is a photograph taken by astronauts aboard the International Space Station (ISS). I created this timelapse on a long weekend after discovering the image library online. I used Photoshop and Sony Vegas to edit and compile the footage. The music is a track from one of my favorite sci-fi movies, Sunshine. I thought the music and imagery would fit well together. *** Thank you all for likes,comments, shares and support this video has received. I'm truly glad so many have enjoyed it.*** You can view my other work and see my other projects here: facebook.com/kn8photo knatephoto.com

Irving Penn - Photographer

Irving Penn's Extraordinary Portrait Photographs from Miral57 on Vimeo.

A Poem

Frames of View*

Frowns bend down

closed corner minds.

Fingers point the way,

through the dark,

into parking lots of dust.

Must whispers crown

upside down handshakes?

Is it warm on the other side

of frost tinged windows?

Smudges crust the view.

The sun is just behind a cloud.

It is a point fixed just above my head,

without shadow.

Like faith, it radiates,

steadfast,

a love of all things possible.

* all rights held by author M.G. McNew

Slam Poetry

A Poem - Conforming Norms

Conforming Norms

The neighbors ask if I’m ok.
I smile, nod, walk quietly away
into a dark soundless room
that the dog and I occupy.

Home is a fortress island,
a silent well.
I float the moments by
until the day stands still.

“Stand and deliver,”
a voice keeps calling.

“Pass the bonbons,” I say.
“I am too tired to fight.”