Contemplative Photographer
@dwalkerarts.bsky.social
Contemplative artist, poet, photographer, playwright, news announcer… happy to be here.
Earth, water, sky and forest —
All a pleasing backdrop
To the lives we’re born to live,
And we, a delicate calligraphy,
Tracing our stories over time,
Reflected in the lives around us.
All a pleasing backdrop
To the lives we’re born to live,
And we, a delicate calligraphy,
Tracing our stories over time,
Reflected in the lives around us.
December 3, 2025 at 3:14 PM
Earth, water, sky and forest —
All a pleasing backdrop
To the lives we’re born to live,
And we, a delicate calligraphy,
Tracing our stories over time,
Reflected in the lives around us.
All a pleasing backdrop
To the lives we’re born to live,
And we, a delicate calligraphy,
Tracing our stories over time,
Reflected in the lives around us.
When the world is such
a beautiful place,
Why are you staring
into your phone?
a beautiful place,
Why are you staring
into your phone?
December 2, 2025 at 2:38 PM
When the world is such
a beautiful place,
Why are you staring
into your phone?
a beautiful place,
Why are you staring
into your phone?
If the hurly burly world
feels a bit overwhelming,
Sometimes it’s good
to get above the fray;
To get both a different perspective
And a respite from the madness…
feels a bit overwhelming,
Sometimes it’s good
to get above the fray;
To get both a different perspective
And a respite from the madness…
December 1, 2025 at 2:07 PM
If the hurly burly world
feels a bit overwhelming,
Sometimes it’s good
to get above the fray;
To get both a different perspective
And a respite from the madness…
feels a bit overwhelming,
Sometimes it’s good
to get above the fray;
To get both a different perspective
And a respite from the madness…
As the building blocks of our society
Seem to be tumbling,
Let us take heart
from nature’s triumphs
And trust that goodness may continue
To rise up from the rocky soil
Of our mistakes and failures.
Seem to be tumbling,
Let us take heart
from nature’s triumphs
And trust that goodness may continue
To rise up from the rocky soil
Of our mistakes and failures.
November 30, 2025 at 2:09 PM
As the building blocks of our society
Seem to be tumbling,
Let us take heart
from nature’s triumphs
And trust that goodness may continue
To rise up from the rocky soil
Of our mistakes and failures.
Seem to be tumbling,
Let us take heart
from nature’s triumphs
And trust that goodness may continue
To rise up from the rocky soil
Of our mistakes and failures.
Holidays and families:
Coming together
to celebrate broad commonalities
While struggling
With our subtle differences:
The choices, the personal
styles and beliefs
That make sense to one
But not to another;
The ways we revert to old patterns
And listen without hearing,
How do we manage to co-exist?
Coming together
to celebrate broad commonalities
While struggling
With our subtle differences:
The choices, the personal
styles and beliefs
That make sense to one
But not to another;
The ways we revert to old patterns
And listen without hearing,
How do we manage to co-exist?
November 29, 2025 at 2:44 PM
Holidays and families:
Coming together
to celebrate broad commonalities
While struggling
With our subtle differences:
The choices, the personal
styles and beliefs
That make sense to one
But not to another;
The ways we revert to old patterns
And listen without hearing,
How do we manage to co-exist?
Coming together
to celebrate broad commonalities
While struggling
With our subtle differences:
The choices, the personal
styles and beliefs
That make sense to one
But not to another;
The ways we revert to old patterns
And listen without hearing,
How do we manage to co-exist?
A gray day on an island, and a pond,
With water lilies, and a boat —
Peace, and a brief abatement
From the worries of the world:
Another reason to give thanks.
With water lilies, and a boat —
Peace, and a brief abatement
From the worries of the world:
Another reason to give thanks.
November 28, 2025 at 1:46 PM
A gray day on an island, and a pond,
With water lilies, and a boat —
Peace, and a brief abatement
From the worries of the world:
Another reason to give thanks.
With water lilies, and a boat —
Peace, and a brief abatement
From the worries of the world:
Another reason to give thanks.
There’s so much to be grateful for:
Why, even the trees are gifted
With glorious fall dresses
And draped with liquid pearls.
How can we not empathize
With all who suffer
Heartbreak, loss, and loneliness,
Famine, fear, disease, and pain?
How can we not share with those
Less fortunate than ourselves?
Why, even the trees are gifted
With glorious fall dresses
And draped with liquid pearls.
How can we not empathize
With all who suffer
Heartbreak, loss, and loneliness,
Famine, fear, disease, and pain?
How can we not share with those
Less fortunate than ourselves?
November 27, 2025 at 3:18 PM
There’s so much to be grateful for:
Why, even the trees are gifted
With glorious fall dresses
And draped with liquid pearls.
How can we not empathize
With all who suffer
Heartbreak, loss, and loneliness,
Famine, fear, disease, and pain?
How can we not share with those
Less fortunate than ourselves?
Why, even the trees are gifted
With glorious fall dresses
And draped with liquid pearls.
How can we not empathize
With all who suffer
Heartbreak, loss, and loneliness,
Famine, fear, disease, and pain?
How can we not share with those
Less fortunate than ourselves?
I wonder if those
who oppose diversity
Have boring gardens?
Plants come in so many
amazing varieties,
And each seems so quite unafraid
To flaunt its individuality;
Why wouldn’t we include
As many different kinds
as we could find
To coexist and fit in with each other?
who oppose diversity
Have boring gardens?
Plants come in so many
amazing varieties,
And each seems so quite unafraid
To flaunt its individuality;
Why wouldn’t we include
As many different kinds
as we could find
To coexist and fit in with each other?
November 26, 2025 at 2:41 PM
I wonder if those
who oppose diversity
Have boring gardens?
Plants come in so many
amazing varieties,
And each seems so quite unafraid
To flaunt its individuality;
Why wouldn’t we include
As many different kinds
as we could find
To coexist and fit in with each other?
who oppose diversity
Have boring gardens?
Plants come in so many
amazing varieties,
And each seems so quite unafraid
To flaunt its individuality;
Why wouldn’t we include
As many different kinds
as we could find
To coexist and fit in with each other?
It’s all too easy to become distracted
By the dailiness of life —
All the demands and complexity
Of that which is close to us —
And miss that which calls us
Into mystery, into silence;
Into the future and beyond.
Look up, lift thine eyes,
And know the peace that lies waiting,
Just beyond your grasp.
By the dailiness of life —
All the demands and complexity
Of that which is close to us —
And miss that which calls us
Into mystery, into silence;
Into the future and beyond.
Look up, lift thine eyes,
And know the peace that lies waiting,
Just beyond your grasp.
November 25, 2025 at 3:18 PM
It’s all too easy to become distracted
By the dailiness of life —
All the demands and complexity
Of that which is close to us —
And miss that which calls us
Into mystery, into silence;
Into the future and beyond.
Look up, lift thine eyes,
And know the peace that lies waiting,
Just beyond your grasp.
By the dailiness of life —
All the demands and complexity
Of that which is close to us —
And miss that which calls us
Into mystery, into silence;
Into the future and beyond.
Look up, lift thine eyes,
And know the peace that lies waiting,
Just beyond your grasp.
If you turn this picture on its side,
It looks like one of those Mt. Rushmore faces
Blowing out smoke;
I was tempted
To show it that way.
But something tells me
to leave it as I found it,
And let you draw your own conclusions…
It looks like one of those Mt. Rushmore faces
Blowing out smoke;
I was tempted
To show it that way.
But something tells me
to leave it as I found it,
And let you draw your own conclusions…
November 24, 2025 at 3:49 PM
If you turn this picture on its side,
It looks like one of those Mt. Rushmore faces
Blowing out smoke;
I was tempted
To show it that way.
But something tells me
to leave it as I found it,
And let you draw your own conclusions…
It looks like one of those Mt. Rushmore faces
Blowing out smoke;
I was tempted
To show it that way.
But something tells me
to leave it as I found it,
And let you draw your own conclusions…
Sundays are for mystery,
For getting in touch
With that which cannot be explained:
With the wisdom of the ages
And that inner voice
that wisdom planted
Deep within our souls
To help us find our way
to truth and light.
Stop, look, and listen
For what calls us to new heights
and new adventures.
For getting in touch
With that which cannot be explained:
With the wisdom of the ages
And that inner voice
that wisdom planted
Deep within our souls
To help us find our way
to truth and light.
Stop, look, and listen
For what calls us to new heights
and new adventures.
November 23, 2025 at 2:11 PM
Sundays are for mystery,
For getting in touch
With that which cannot be explained:
With the wisdom of the ages
And that inner voice
that wisdom planted
Deep within our souls
To help us find our way
to truth and light.
Stop, look, and listen
For what calls us to new heights
and new adventures.
For getting in touch
With that which cannot be explained:
With the wisdom of the ages
And that inner voice
that wisdom planted
Deep within our souls
To help us find our way
to truth and light.
Stop, look, and listen
For what calls us to new heights
and new adventures.
The elephantine beauty
of these tree trunks
Takes my breath away:
To have lived so long
and endured so much,
Yet still be pouring energy
Into their annual display
of autumnal color…
It gives me hope
that we, too, can survive
These current depredations
Of our fundamental values, rights and freedoms.
of these tree trunks
Takes my breath away:
To have lived so long
and endured so much,
Yet still be pouring energy
Into their annual display
of autumnal color…
It gives me hope
that we, too, can survive
These current depredations
Of our fundamental values, rights and freedoms.
November 22, 2025 at 3:54 PM
The elephantine beauty
of these tree trunks
Takes my breath away:
To have lived so long
and endured so much,
Yet still be pouring energy
Into their annual display
of autumnal color…
It gives me hope
that we, too, can survive
These current depredations
Of our fundamental values, rights and freedoms.
of these tree trunks
Takes my breath away:
To have lived so long
and endured so much,
Yet still be pouring energy
Into their annual display
of autumnal color…
It gives me hope
that we, too, can survive
These current depredations
Of our fundamental values, rights and freedoms.
Life, our bodies, our experiences
Have many layers:
the surface, fragile details
lost to memory over time,
And then the hard bone,
That which solidifies into rigidity:
Assumptions, principles,
which make us take a stand,
and then, beneath it all,
the wounded heart,
still beating with possibility…
Have many layers:
the surface, fragile details
lost to memory over time,
And then the hard bone,
That which solidifies into rigidity:
Assumptions, principles,
which make us take a stand,
and then, beneath it all,
the wounded heart,
still beating with possibility…
November 21, 2025 at 3:02 PM
Life, our bodies, our experiences
Have many layers:
the surface, fragile details
lost to memory over time,
And then the hard bone,
That which solidifies into rigidity:
Assumptions, principles,
which make us take a stand,
and then, beneath it all,
the wounded heart,
still beating with possibility…
Have many layers:
the surface, fragile details
lost to memory over time,
And then the hard bone,
That which solidifies into rigidity:
Assumptions, principles,
which make us take a stand,
and then, beneath it all,
the wounded heart,
still beating with possibility…
Waiting for an early morning ferry
And watching through the rain
As the cars and people gather
I’m grateful for the sparks of light,
Bright indicators, placed by some
For the health and safety of others,
Relics of a time when leaders
Cared for others
And invested in a brighter,
safer future for all…
And watching through the rain
As the cars and people gather
I’m grateful for the sparks of light,
Bright indicators, placed by some
For the health and safety of others,
Relics of a time when leaders
Cared for others
And invested in a brighter,
safer future for all…
November 20, 2025 at 2:59 PM
Waiting for an early morning ferry
And watching through the rain
As the cars and people gather
I’m grateful for the sparks of light,
Bright indicators, placed by some
For the health and safety of others,
Relics of a time when leaders
Cared for others
And invested in a brighter,
safer future for all…
And watching through the rain
As the cars and people gather
I’m grateful for the sparks of light,
Bright indicators, placed by some
For the health and safety of others,
Relics of a time when leaders
Cared for others
And invested in a brighter,
safer future for all…
As clouds water the tree
And the tree frames the beauty
of the clouds,
Should we not nourish and protect
Those in need,
And should we not show respect
To those who nourish and protect us
rather than demeaning and
imprisoning those in need
And dismantling the government
That helps keep us all alive?
And the tree frames the beauty
of the clouds,
Should we not nourish and protect
Those in need,
And should we not show respect
To those who nourish and protect us
rather than demeaning and
imprisoning those in need
And dismantling the government
That helps keep us all alive?
November 19, 2025 at 3:46 PM
As clouds water the tree
And the tree frames the beauty
of the clouds,
Should we not nourish and protect
Those in need,
And should we not show respect
To those who nourish and protect us
rather than demeaning and
imprisoning those in need
And dismantling the government
That helps keep us all alive?
And the tree frames the beauty
of the clouds,
Should we not nourish and protect
Those in need,
And should we not show respect
To those who nourish and protect us
rather than demeaning and
imprisoning those in need
And dismantling the government
That helps keep us all alive?
What is it about paths
That’s so appealing?
The itch to follow to someplace new
We haven’t yet explored?
The sense that someone’s
gone before
And cared enough
to clear the way for others?
A longing to escape what has become
Far too familiar?
Or simple curiosity,
a reluctance to ignore
An invitation?
That’s so appealing?
The itch to follow to someplace new
We haven’t yet explored?
The sense that someone’s
gone before
And cared enough
to clear the way for others?
A longing to escape what has become
Far too familiar?
Or simple curiosity,
a reluctance to ignore
An invitation?
November 18, 2025 at 2:58 PM
What is it about paths
That’s so appealing?
The itch to follow to someplace new
We haven’t yet explored?
The sense that someone’s
gone before
And cared enough
to clear the way for others?
A longing to escape what has become
Far too familiar?
Or simple curiosity,
a reluctance to ignore
An invitation?
That’s so appealing?
The itch to follow to someplace new
We haven’t yet explored?
The sense that someone’s
gone before
And cared enough
to clear the way for others?
A longing to escape what has become
Far too familiar?
Or simple curiosity,
a reluctance to ignore
An invitation?
Oh, to be a cabin in the woods,
Sheltered by tall evergreens
And feasting on a view of the water;
Away from all the hurly burly
Of injustice and of politics,
Of lies and confrontations,
Pointless chatter and urban noise;
The only sound the waves, and cries
Of eagles, gulls, blue herons
and of seals…
Sheltered by tall evergreens
And feasting on a view of the water;
Away from all the hurly burly
Of injustice and of politics,
Of lies and confrontations,
Pointless chatter and urban noise;
The only sound the waves, and cries
Of eagles, gulls, blue herons
and of seals…
November 17, 2025 at 2:59 PM
Oh, to be a cabin in the woods,
Sheltered by tall evergreens
And feasting on a view of the water;
Away from all the hurly burly
Of injustice and of politics,
Of lies and confrontations,
Pointless chatter and urban noise;
The only sound the waves, and cries
Of eagles, gulls, blue herons
and of seals…
Sheltered by tall evergreens
And feasting on a view of the water;
Away from all the hurly burly
Of injustice and of politics,
Of lies and confrontations,
Pointless chatter and urban noise;
The only sound the waves, and cries
Of eagles, gulls, blue herons
and of seals…
Looking at this image,
The way what’s a mountain above
Becomes a kind of claw
in its reflection
And the trees sharpen
into knives in the water,
I wonder if everything
We think we are observing
Is really just reflections,
Seen through the prism
Of our own assumptions
and preconceptions.
The way what’s a mountain above
Becomes a kind of claw
in its reflection
And the trees sharpen
into knives in the water,
I wonder if everything
We think we are observing
Is really just reflections,
Seen through the prism
Of our own assumptions
and preconceptions.
November 16, 2025 at 2:51 PM
Looking at this image,
The way what’s a mountain above
Becomes a kind of claw
in its reflection
And the trees sharpen
into knives in the water,
I wonder if everything
We think we are observing
Is really just reflections,
Seen through the prism
Of our own assumptions
and preconceptions.
The way what’s a mountain above
Becomes a kind of claw
in its reflection
And the trees sharpen
into knives in the water,
I wonder if everything
We think we are observing
Is really just reflections,
Seen through the prism
Of our own assumptions
and preconceptions.
There’s something so comforting
About being away
from the manmade world.
To stand among the rocks and trees,
To see how life can continue to thrive
In inhospitable environments
And roots can find their way to soil
Despite tremendous obstacles
Restores my soul and gives me hope.
About being away
from the manmade world.
To stand among the rocks and trees,
To see how life can continue to thrive
In inhospitable environments
And roots can find their way to soil
Despite tremendous obstacles
Restores my soul and gives me hope.
November 15, 2025 at 3:51 PM
There’s something so comforting
About being away
from the manmade world.
To stand among the rocks and trees,
To see how life can continue to thrive
In inhospitable environments
And roots can find their way to soil
Despite tremendous obstacles
Restores my soul and gives me hope.
About being away
from the manmade world.
To stand among the rocks and trees,
To see how life can continue to thrive
In inhospitable environments
And roots can find their way to soil
Despite tremendous obstacles
Restores my soul and gives me hope.
Even as the leaves fall to the ground
And leave their imprints
on the sidewalk
As they dissolve in the rain,
We, too, will leave
some impression behind,
Our kindness or brutality,
Acquisitiveness or generosity
Thrown into relief by our departure,
And what would you have
that impression be?
And leave their imprints
on the sidewalk
As they dissolve in the rain,
We, too, will leave
some impression behind,
Our kindness or brutality,
Acquisitiveness or generosity
Thrown into relief by our departure,
And what would you have
that impression be?
November 14, 2025 at 1:31 PM
Even as the leaves fall to the ground
And leave their imprints
on the sidewalk
As they dissolve in the rain,
We, too, will leave
some impression behind,
Our kindness or brutality,
Acquisitiveness or generosity
Thrown into relief by our departure,
And what would you have
that impression be?
And leave their imprints
on the sidewalk
As they dissolve in the rain,
We, too, will leave
some impression behind,
Our kindness or brutality,
Acquisitiveness or generosity
Thrown into relief by our departure,
And what would you have
that impression be?
Driving down the peninsula
To spend an afternoon with a friend
It’s almost hard to say
Which aspect of the afternoon
Brings more pleasure:
The hours of conversation,
Deep discussions and hearty laughter,
Or the rainbow blush of autumn
As she sheds her multicolored coat…
To spend an afternoon with a friend
It’s almost hard to say
Which aspect of the afternoon
Brings more pleasure:
The hours of conversation,
Deep discussions and hearty laughter,
Or the rainbow blush of autumn
As she sheds her multicolored coat…
November 13, 2025 at 1:49 PM
Driving down the peninsula
To spend an afternoon with a friend
It’s almost hard to say
Which aspect of the afternoon
Brings more pleasure:
The hours of conversation,
Deep discussions and hearty laughter,
Or the rainbow blush of autumn
As she sheds her multicolored coat…
To spend an afternoon with a friend
It’s almost hard to say
Which aspect of the afternoon
Brings more pleasure:
The hours of conversation,
Deep discussions and hearty laughter,
Or the rainbow blush of autumn
As she sheds her multicolored coat…
For just a brief few moments
I held you in my hand and felt
The beating heart of America:
Fragile, wounded, but recovering,
And so, to give you safety, time,
and room to fly again,
I offered you a sheltered spot
Away from birds of prey,
And after a few breaths,
You flew back home into the sky.
I held you in my hand and felt
The beating heart of America:
Fragile, wounded, but recovering,
And so, to give you safety, time,
and room to fly again,
I offered you a sheltered spot
Away from birds of prey,
And after a few breaths,
You flew back home into the sky.
November 12, 2025 at 2:16 PM
For just a brief few moments
I held you in my hand and felt
The beating heart of America:
Fragile, wounded, but recovering,
And so, to give you safety, time,
and room to fly again,
I offered you a sheltered spot
Away from birds of prey,
And after a few breaths,
You flew back home into the sky.
I held you in my hand and felt
The beating heart of America:
Fragile, wounded, but recovering,
And so, to give you safety, time,
and room to fly again,
I offered you a sheltered spot
Away from birds of prey,
And after a few breaths,
You flew back home into the sky.
Today and every day,
We honor them,
And thank them for their service…
We honor them,
And thank them for their service…
November 11, 2025 at 1:38 PM
Today and every day,
We honor them,
And thank them for their service…
We honor them,
And thank them for their service…
There are times when we need to listen
To the promptings of intuition
And trust the possibility
That the longing for something to change,
The impulse to make a course correction
— however slight —
Might just be God calling…
To the promptings of intuition
And trust the possibility
That the longing for something to change,
The impulse to make a course correction
— however slight —
Might just be God calling…
November 10, 2025 at 3:34 PM
There are times when we need to listen
To the promptings of intuition
And trust the possibility
That the longing for something to change,
The impulse to make a course correction
— however slight —
Might just be God calling…
To the promptings of intuition
And trust the possibility
That the longing for something to change,
The impulse to make a course correction
— however slight —
Might just be God calling…
Autumn, with its golden skies and fog,
Has a lovely way of anointing
The wholly ordinary
Into something holy and mysterious…
Has a lovely way of anointing
The wholly ordinary
Into something holy and mysterious…
November 9, 2025 at 2:16 PM
Autumn, with its golden skies and fog,
Has a lovely way of anointing
The wholly ordinary
Into something holy and mysterious…
Has a lovely way of anointing
The wholly ordinary
Into something holy and mysterious…