Articles by Bo Mackison

Happy New Year!

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The List from the Front of My Journal

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  • Write daily. Even if it’s ramblings, usually there is a phrase or idea worth further consideration.
  • Take the camera whenever practical, and when not practical. Then use it.
  • Learn something new every day.
  • Life is the journey, not the destination.
  • Act “as if.”
  • Breathe. Breathe again.
  • Treat others as I wish to be treated.

A Courtyard Full of Trees

In the Highest Field

Seed Heads

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Who from the womb,
Remembered the soul’s history
Through corridors of light
where the hours are suns,
Endless singing
Whose lovely ambition
Was that their lips
still touched with fire
Should tell the spirit
Clothed from head to foot in song
and who hoarded from the spring branches.

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across their bodies like blossoms.
What is precious is never to forget
The delight of the blood
drawn from ageless springs
Breaking through rocks
in words before our earth;
Never to deny pleasure
in the simple morning light,
Not its grave evening demand for love;
Never to allow gradually
the traffic to smother
With noise and fog the flowering of the spirit.

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in the highest field
See how those names are feted
by the wavering grass,
And whispers of wind in the listening sky;
The names of those
who in their lives fought for life,
Who wore at their hearts the fire’s centre
Born of the sun, they traveled
a short while towards the sun
And left the vivid air
Signed with their honor.

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Three Leaves

December Fog

December Fog

Madison has already had 35 inches of snowfall, and until today most of it was on the ground. Then a warm front moved in and a heavy fog settled on everything. Now there are bare patches of muddy earth peeking from the patches of snow.  But it made for a fun afternoon of photography.

Until the rain began to pour.