Sunday, December 04, 2005

KIDS IN THE HOOD


KIDS IN THE HOOD
Originally uploaded by scottcameronstevens.
CHUCKE CHEESE RUN

Friday, December 02, 2005

THE GULL


THE GULL
Originally uploaded by scottcameronstevens.


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Sea Gull..

Blown so far from home …he sits on an old broken street. Ragged and torn,
He turns his head down as passing cars blow wind across his path …
Slowly walking, looking, searching…
Alone ……
. The smell of salt and seaweed now a memory, the sound of traffic echoing likes the ocean swell breaking to the shore…
He thinks of the others, how together they soared above waters so clear and sat below deep green trees on rocky shores and watched the tide roll away revealing rock pool and kelp beds….
How the sun would set just for them as they sat on sandy beaches and watched as color spread across a glassy evening sea…
As the final moments of a day drew to an end they could smell a wind of change for the day to come.
they would sit silently and listen as all of creation would speak wispers of love that would gather with the misty salt of evening air and fall on them like rain.
Night ,..now night.. they would dream of the day gone by, moments they shared, heights they soared …dolphins they teased …
Now just a memory.
As the streets became dark and rains starts to fall, The broken streets seemingly speak and yell as cars throw dirty water …
He moves to a corner,. barbed wire and rusted iron …night again night, he tucks his head close to his chest and dreams broke dreams…on broken streets in a broken world