Tag Archives: Photoshop

Urban Jewel

Urban Jewel, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. What have we done to our dwelling places Our liv­ing spaces? Where has all the beauty gone? Gone Stripped away with­out any traces Blank facades like blank stares on blank faces No expres­sions, no desire, noth­ing to admire, hol­low egres­sions From which we emerge, from which we come

On the other side

On the other side, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. On the other side There is a light On the other side That’s where it’s bright On the other side There is much delight I can smell the ocean breeze Com­ing through with such ease I can feel the sun­shine warm and ten­der Touch­ing my face

Ripples in the pond of dreams

Rip­ples in pond of dreams, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. In the pond of dreams My hopes float with the rip­ples Of a pad­dling duck © Thorsten Becker

There is an understanding between me and the crow

There is an under­stand­ing between me and the crow, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. There is an under­stand­ing between me and the crow That whichever way I go It will fol­low, caw and show The move­ment of shad­ows to-and-fro As I descend And thus depend On ebony wings well hid­den from the light Black feath­ers

Hence I look again, once more

Hence I look again, once more, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. In a mir­ror across the street I see reflec­tions Of life in light so bright Won­der­ing Do I gaze upon the pic­ture right Or is it left that’s on the other side? Should I focus on dis­torted lines Or on those col­or­ful designs? Is

Through twisted branches I find my way

Through twisted branches I find my way, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Can I really clearly see whereto I go When only barely I know from whence I came? And here I am, walk­ing on that path That swath through branches twisted My eyes, my friends turned foe But even so No harm they do

Midnight sun over a quiet scene

Mid­night sun over a quiet scene, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Fol­low my foot­steps Come to where the mid­night sun Shines dimly by day © Thorsten Becker