Photographic Exhibition at The Camel Saloon

A couple of months ago, Russell Streur, the editor of an online litereary magazine called The Camel Saloon, asked me to do a photographic essay of my native land, the Texas Panhandle.  To say I was shocked at the invitation is a great understatement.  He made the request at the same time he agreed to publish two of my poems and based only on a single shot I’d taken of a crossroads on Hwy 207.

I took the request not as a statement about any sort of photographic talent I might have (which is slim and none), but as proof that the beauty of the Panhandle is recognizable even when captured by an amateur.  So, I agreed.  Even though I had no idea how to go about it.  A professional photographer friend said, “Just carry your camera around with you everywhere you go,”  which turned out to be the best advice and is exactly what I did.

 

The results have been mounted here:  20/20:  Stephanie D. Rogers Eye on West Texas.

When you get to the end of the exhibition, you can scroll to the bottom of the page and click on About the Photographs for my own thoughts about the project.

And I hope you’ll stroll through the exhibition’s home at The Camel Saloon.  There’s a good deal of talent represented there, and even one or two small pieces of my own.

You Told Me to Write

Whatever this darkness
may be
It is
Mine
to conquer
or not
or not

All that I am is
Yours
But so is
All that I am
not

Which is much
much
much
More
than any
One
should bear

certainly
especially
You

Will you believe
No matter what
Will you remember
No matter what

That I
have
loved
You

More
than words
More
than music
More
than sunshine
More
than laughter
longing
hope
joy
regret

More even than
this darkness that
hides
them all

Will you believe
Will you remember

More
More
More
just
More

©sdrogers 29 january 2014

Resolution

There will be a
knock,
a Strong
knock,
at the
Front Door
of the
Little House.

I will be
Surprised.

Seldom does
anyone
knock
to enter
this place of
busyness.

I will rise.
or
I will turn.

I will be
Preoccupied.

I will be talking.
or
I will be laughing.

I hope
I am
laughing.

He does so
love
to hear me
laugh.

I will
open the door,
the Big door
first.
pulling hard.

(it always sticks)

And so

I will
be looking
down
before I look
up.

But

when I
do,

when I
lift
my eyes
level
to the second
door’s glass,

there
He
will be.

Smiling

at my stare.

He will
mouth,

Hello, Kitty

and I will
cry.

And we will
stand,
the clear glass
between
us,
both of
us
afraid

to shatter
a dream.

©sdrogers 7 january 2014

Please Help

a dear friend of mine has recently lost her husband in a terrible car accident. 

Along with the emotional upheaval, this has left her and their 11 year old son in bad financial straits so I’ve set up a fundraising account to hopefully help a bit with expenses.

Please visit this site and donate whatever you can — and please share it with your friends — anything at all helps — I greatly believe in the power of “little dollars”.

Tracie is a bright light in the universe — wonderfully talented and incredibly giving — please help me help her just a little.

love, light and gratitude to you all

Really?

Really?

So, here’s my issue with this video that’s getting all the glowing press (aside from the fact that the song itself is rather insipid):

The “heroine” is an anorexic blonde who is too superficial to see the Good Guy inside the “Monster” until he saves her from 3 real monsters while she bobs around on 5 inch stilettos, totally unable to take care of herself.

Is this who we want to be? Is this who we want our daughters to be? Is this who we want our sons to long for? Is this who we are to the point that this is considered “heart melting”?

Come on, people — T H I N K!  

Supplication

we scream
or we TYPE

I did not know
how much I
needed
you until you
chose
not to call

is that what
life has become

a risible series of
miscommunication
swimming in a pink
sea of ardour

so much
ardour

we cling and grasp
and call it
love
and the word,
resounding from the
shiny flat of Dr Phil’s
pancaked skull,
flattens
us against a wall
of our own creation

always
our own creation

hold me
just
hold me

you can, I know
I know you can

find a way

 

©sdrogers 9 october 2013