snowwombat
Profile
I’m a photographer and writer from Albury, Australia…
I’m a father, a basketball coach and a cat lover!
I enjoy all types of photography…
I use Nikon digital equipment…
I have more pics here
More of my writing in collaboration with Julia Ashton-Sayers can be found here
Feel free to contact me if you’d like to use any of my images…
Groups
snowwombat is a member of Abstract Macro Urban Art (eg Grungy), All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Canberra , Challenge Café, Fabulous Flowers, Nature's Macro Canvas (No flowers or insects), New York City, Pelicans, Pylon Photos and Art, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, Sports Photography, Street Photography and Photojournalism, Twisted Tales, War and WMG.
Journal Entries
LInks on RB...
Posted about 1 year ago, 7 comments so far.
Violation...
Posted about 1 year ago, 10 comments so far.
Marge the Movie...
Posted about 1 year ago, 1 comment so far.
Violation of Youth...
Posted about 1 year ago, 4 comments so far.
Technology sucks...
Posted over 2 years ago, 1 comment so far.
An Amazing Journey
Posted over 2 years ago, 4 comments so far.
Art
Writing
CRY OF WAR
We’ve heard the cry of WAR / Throughout history, right or wrong / From Gettysburg to Iwo Jima / To the battle fields of the Somme / We see the images brought home / In technicolour, black and white…
A New Day...
I hate war… It seems to me that even when not technically at war it is still being waged… The result can be catastrophic… As we all discovered one day in September so many years ago&…
The Truth
The Truth. (Song for Marge) © T. B. Jackson. Don’t judge me by the way I look, / Don’t drop your eyes as I pass by, / There’s so much more to learn inside the book, / If time is taken to …
Life...
Breezing through reality / No care for your mortality / Destroying everything you see / Destroying you, destroying me I loved you with my heart and soul / I’d have loved you ‘till we both grew …
SHE
I saw her face today. / I looked deep into her eyes. / The distance they purveyed. / Her age they did belie. And it’s no surprise. / For I’ve seen her face before. / In a different kind of guis…
RISING
the sun displays her orange yellow hues across the morning sky / as if on queue / the fog begins to rise / over the serenly quiet river / swirling upwards / enveloping me with her stifling beauty /…
