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I feel great fortune in being part of the RB community and though the next few months are going to be a challenge for me (my work may well reflect this) i would like to thank the many people who have supported me. Below is some of my work that you have enjoyed during April…

Hello there…
by su2anne


It seems impossible;
Don’t you think?
To get your bearings
To see clearly through the murky tendrils
Of fear… that it all might just come tumbling down
So many hurdles and hoops
Performances to upkeep
Mortgages to maintain and that dance
For your life’s blood

And yet if you were to see deep inside
I mean really look
There is a glimmer of light
It’s near on impossible to staunch for it’s called

Super heroes and comic strips
by su2anne

Where are you…

A small pile of ash
Has fallen to my feet
Cinders of it float
On my lake of dreams
I squat down
And cup some in my hand
To find only love lost to
Distant memories
Rivulets of molten heat
Stream out
Touching the earth
Grief’s heart instantly hardens
I’ve lost my vision
Of your whereabouts
And what is mine to come…

Lago's mist
by su2anne

Half gone

Are not the Sands of Time
All things shall pass…
Even Beloved ones
Here I teeter
On the edge of my
Denial of what has been
Pushing me forward
To a swirling snarl
That I hope snares my
For I don’t know
Who I am
Now that you are

Timely! by su2anne

The defining moment

How do you know what is missing
Until it cannot be found
Where blank spots have engulfed your colour
Darkness is all that you see and white noise has become your world
Does your heart ache for what is gone?
So what is your future?
If it is not now
You could languish in a stupour of ignorance but for the occasional window opening
A breeze of a memory…
Terror slams it shut turning you around dizzy and put on the spot
Panic flutters at the edges
The question begging
Is this all you’ve got?
No longer the ability to reason
That when you look in a mirror
Who or what is staring back?
That your humanity
Wanders the dessert searching for your soul
A body in name only
Where breath and heart beat exist
But to not know thus
Does this mean you are truly lost?

by su2anne


Forest deep
by su2anne

Arches of time
by su2anne

by su2anne

Thank you for taking the time to look and comment on my work.

My mission… tikkun olam; ‘to work and strive and make a contribution to the ongoing process of bringing the world toward transformation, healing and perfection.

My images, art works and writing are unfiltered or edited. i just shoot the photos, apply the medium and the words come from somewhere inside without much if any thought or consideration…
My desire is that they might effect someone in a positive way

A footnote… I’ve explored PS with cars…!


Featured member; Australian Women Photographers

Theme Thursday-Feature Friday Group Avatar of the fortnight. Featured Member.

The absolute winner of the title Most featured artist at RIBW 2011 and 2012 goes to… su2anne !!!

Featured Member for September 2011 ; Architecture and Street" Art.


  • Joined: April 2011

Recently Added

Derr… Stuck fast / The seat in which I sit / Has developed a compound that seems determined / To not release me / Throwing myself forward / I now… The connection This whimsical being of Womanhood / In reality is Heaven sent / To find her / Just look inside your heart… Time will tell… There is the unknown of whether it will let go / To embrace the future of machine / Or hold on to a soulful life Earthly matters The hand of Hope held aloft to reflect / No future back / The other bound by satin red; / A bell attached, / Cries out “The Tree of Life is… Of what was We putrefy to tear at the very core of self / Mindless flotsam of cured skin to regress and become childlike / Where pointed teeth have all… Grave sadness A hand holds fast a face; / Angst rimmed with dark shadow, morns / Cast forevermore in / All that was… The time to come Could that I would / Race with the clouds and dance upon the sky / Lazy too / I’d find a slipstream / To glide and glide and glide Quintessential The clouds are spent / Sweet pearls perfect rest on branches bare / Reflect the morning light Anticipation My reflection; a mere outline merges / With the silhouette of tree / We two stripped bare / Winters’ still / Ready for the Spring. The night of day Two make altogether more / For without the moon / Where would be your tides? / No sunshine / Where would be my light? Enough… Do you love your child more than you hate another? To allow Erstwhile memories and / Dreams of things to come / Ephemeral and evolving…