The Literary Lens

Photography and creative writing, connecting the physical to the conceptual one draft at a time. Watch me create.

Peaking through broken cement, a secret

Hidden dreams, and the sweat of those who dared

Each brick and brush stroke telling a story

Of those who tried, had a vision, stood here

With each layer, an intimacy unearthed

Together becoming something new, dreams

Yellows, blues, brick red, aged earth colors

Unified by cracks, holes, the same struggle

Urban ecosystem, empty facade

A burning ambition, despite the odds

Fostering growth of a new kind, purpose

Roots break through, water always finds a way

Animals burrow near, humans loiter

Some see lost dreams, others see redemption

Textures soft and gentle, others hard and coarse – Exposed

Exposed to forces they didn’t seek out, want, need – Oppressed

Exposed to uncontrollable elements – Unhinged

Those left behind have endured the unspeakable – Persevere

Face to face with the natural and unnatural – Threatened

Hallowed crevices forming like a protective layer – Hardened

Others were penetrated to their soft inner core – Broken

Sophisticated structures, made ruin with time – Perspective

Mortar warn down so deep, bricks appear floating – Animation

Years since they have been nurtured, cared for, loved – Sadness

Enough still stand to make out the stature of another time – Pride

Too much is missing to see the future, the path ahead – Fractured

A persistent spirit clings on with mortar of will – Fighting

Doors still hinged onto an unknown destiny – Clarity

Gripping onto the sunlight with one foot stuck in the past – Exposed