Through panes of glass, both clear and mottled,
Her image caught, in light and shadows dappled,
In scarlet dressed, her thoughts perhaps, enbottled,
A silent muse, in contemplation, captivated, gentle.

The world outside is but a distant flutter,
Of leaves and light that through the windows stutter,
Her beauty framed, no need for words to utter,
In this quiet space, where silent thoughts may clutter.

Each square a snapshot of her grace,
The softness of her demure face,
A contrast to the backdrop's pace,
In this mosaic of time and place.

Her gaze cast down, to where dreams may dwell,
In thoughts profound, that no lips can tell,
A quiet scene, a tranquil spell,
In the dance of light, where her serenity fell.

A moment frozen, a breath in time,
A splash of red, a scene sublime,
In the gallery of life, she's the silent rhyme,
A picture of peace, in a world that's prime.

Through Panes of Glass

This is a very special drop for me. I am on the board of Friends of SJF which supports some initiatives in Haiti (I had a chance to visit some on one of my trips to Haiti). Vilner is one of the kids we help support, and this is his beautiful art.

About Vilner:

 Vilner is one of the talented young artists whose skills are being encouraged and developed in the arts classes at Wings of Hope in Jacmel, Haiti. Vilner has physical disabilities which make it difficult to draw and paint, but he has a passion for art and always finds a way to express himself in beautiful ways on the canvas.

Wings of Hope is a home for children and adults with physical and mental challenges. Art has always been an essential way to show the residents the beauty of their country. And encouraging the residents to become artists themselves is a way to foster self-confidence in them. 

Seeing beauty in your culture and being able to add to that beauty with your talent and passion are important lessons learned by those served by Wings of Hope.

The Boat and the Rainbow

My Facebook post back in November, 2021, when I was trying my best to figure out what the heck nfts were.

Lol Those Were the Days!

This was taken in Taos, New Mexico, via an infrared camera. #HelpingheARTS

San Francisco de Asís Catholic Mission Church

In the stillness of the water, where shadows silently creep,
Four figures stand in darkness, from the earth their secrets seep.
Faces painted with the stories, of souls once here and gone,
They whisper with the wind’s breath, a mournful, haunting song.

Each gaze is etched with beauty, of life and death entwined,
Eyes like hollow lanterns, where memories unwind.
They wear the night like velvet, with flowers in their hair,
A dance between two worlds, neither here nor there.

In blackened gowns they linger, where the water meets the land,
Ghostly guardians of twilight, the lost ones hand in hand.
Their silence speaks of mysteries, of tales left unsaid,
In the twilight’s dying embers, they rise from the dead.

In a realm that’s caught between, the living and the past,
These women in their mourning, through shadows they are cast.
Yet in their silent vigil, there's beauty, soft and deep,
In the stillness of the water, where the ancient spirits weep.

#Fear4Tez

Whispers in the Water

In honor of all those that died on 9/11. Taken at the National September 11 Memorial and Museum in NY.

In Memoriam

Beneath the soft glow of fading light,
She lingers, half in shadow, half in flight.
A double gaze, a world between,
In velvet haze, she's caught unseen.

Whispers of a time that slips away,
Echo in her eyes, both bold and gray.
Wrapped in teal, her heart unseen,
A phantom in a shifting dream.

Her face, a blur in twilight's veil,
Like memories that softly pale.
The present bends, the past remains,
A fleeting soul, in gentle chains.

#TezPhotoExp

Veil of Dreams

Taken in Oaxaca, Mexico, during Dia de los Muertos.

Enjoying the Day

This photograph was taken at White Sands right before sunset in June, 2024. #share4tez

Sunset at White Sands

Taken at the Blue Swallow Motel on Route 66 in Tucumcari, NM

#share4tez

Vintage Car on Route 66

This image was taken at the Blue Swallow Motel in Tucumcari, New Mexico, along Route 66.

Get Your Kicks on Route 66

May 30, 2020, taken in Minneapolis at the spot where George Floyd was killed by police on May 25, 2020.

RIP George Floyd

Taken on May 30, 2024, between Seminole, TX, and Hobbs, NM. Two storms, side by side, one turned tornadic right after sunset. 

#phoetez #photez

Two Storms at Sunset

This was taken in Oklahoma  May 6, 2024. 100% of the proceeds goes toward Brazil flooding. #TWSBtezos

Windmills

Windmills and Storms

This image was taken in Turkey, TX, on May 1, 2024. It sat over the area for what seemed like a few hours, almost stationary, and it produced at least 3 tornadoes.

Turkey Storm

A Stormy Day

Stormy Seymour

Veiled in rouge beneath a concrete crown,
She stands, a silent sentinel, gown worn down.
Around her, the leaves whisper secrets of old,
Her eyes, dark pools, stories untold.

In a world that's moved on, she lingers yet,
A memory, a moment, we dare not forget.
Her red shawl, a flag in a forgotten fight,
Against the march of days and the oncoming night.

The walls, aged and weary, keep her embraced,
While nature's tendrils around her are laced.
In the quiet, there’s a strength, a subtle grace,
In the soft, solemn beauty of her face.

She is the keeper of forgotten tales,
Where the echo of history never fails.
In her vigil, she finds no need for words,
Her presence, more poignant than the songs of birds.

This is her theatre, her silent stage,
A living portrait from another age.
Red, the color of passion, of a love that burns,
In this hushed corner of the world, where time turns.

#objkt4objkt

Where Time Turns

In a chamber dark and grand, she waits,
A queen of night in her regal state.
Beneath a canopy of cosmic grace,
In a gown of stars and interlaced lace.

Jewels like planets orbit her form,
Casting reflections, a multihued swarm.
Upon a throne of shadows she sits alone,
Her court, the universe, her crown, the unknown.

Her eyes hold galaxies, deep and profound,
Where dreams and whispers of time are found.
Silk and tulle, a celestial dance,
Red ruffles like nebulae given a chance.

Amidst the dark, she's the evening's bride,
A solitary beauty, with the cosmos inside.
In the quiet expanse, where time moves slow,
She reigns, a spectacle, in the starlight's glow.

Legs crossed, she ponders the infinite space,
Each star, a story, in the universe's embrace.
Her elegance timeless, as she quietly reigns,
A queen of the cosmos, in her domain.

Queen of Night

Upon a velvet throne of deepest blue,
A maiden fair with gaze afar,
Clad in gold and patterns bold, a regal view,
Beneath a tapestry where woven stories are.

Her golden locks in curls do rest,
Like sculpted marble, soft and light,
The tapestry, a vivid test,
Of artistry that captures sight.

A fan of feathers, pale and fine,
Lies gently in her noble hand,
An era's touch, almost divine,
Where grace and grandeur make their stand.

The walls adorned with paisley dreams,
A symphony of color, rich and vast,
A setting for the noblest themes,
A backdrop for the epochs past.

She sits in poised, serene repose,
A quiet strength within her eyes,
A figure from the time that rose,
With elegance that never dies.

A portrait of the bygone days,
Of courts and kings and whispered tales,
Her silence speaks in myriad ways,
As beauty in the room prevails.

The baroque whispers soft and clear,
In every thread and every hue,
Her presence tells all those who hear,
Of the old world's charm, forever new.

Upon a Velvet Throne

In a hall of whispers and time-worn brick,
Stands a lady in red, her presence thick,
With the poise of a queen, a solitary figure,
A dance with her shadow, a silent snicker.

Her gown flows like the river’s rush,
In a world standing still, hushed,
With eyes like midnight’s deepest seas,
She holds her own secrets, her silent pleas.

The scarlet fabric in her gentle clutch,
Speaks of passion that's felt much,
In the embrace of walls that have seen,
Ages pass, where many have been.

She, a flame amidst the ashen past,
With a beauty designed to forever last,
In a room where echoes come to play,
Her scarlet dance takes the breath away.

A mystery wrapped in crimson fold,
Her story is the one untold,
In the hall of whispers, she stands alone,
A vibrant life, in stillness, shown.

She Stands Alone

In the hall of whispered echoes,
She glides, a specter in shadow's clothes.
Stardust trails her sable gown,
In the quiet, her throne is found.

Sunbeams dress her in a regal flair,
Yet in her eyes, a distant glare.
Gems and sequins, night's own skin,
Tell of worlds she's wandered in.

A silent serenade to the light,
Her presence a dance, poised and bright.
In this place of stillness, she reigns,
A queen of the dusk, in daylight's remains.

Gems and Sequins

In the golden embrace of the setting sun,
Two souls, different, yet together as one.
The gentle rustle of her flowing attire,
Matches the rhythm of hooves, like a lyre.

Floral patterns dance with the breeze,
While the horse walks with such gentle ease.
Mane and tassel, intertwined in flight,
Together they wander, bathed in soft light.

The world seems to hush, in this tranquil scene,
Where time stands still, and the air feels serene.
In this quiet moment, nature's sweet song,
They find where they truly belong.

Whispers of Dusk

Amidst the bricks, a vision in teal,
A dance of colors, emotions reveal.
With tulle that whispers tales of the breeze,
Eyes that beckon, souls to appease.

Lips as red as the boldest rose,
A juxtaposition the portrait shows.
Against the grit, a softness so true,
Elegance melding with urban hue.

Arms poised high, a silent decree,
Embracing the world, wild and free.
The dance of shadows, light and grace,
In every corner, a hidden embrace.

Tales of strength, beauty, and lore,
In every glance, there's so much more.
A symphony of contrasts, vivid and grand,
A story told, in a far-off land.

🍵teia.cafe

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