“The Warden is a Seabird”

I have always enjoyed artsy and obscure photographs.  Architecture, nature, odd little nooks and geometric shapes are fun to juxtapose in composition within a frame.  My mind’s eye may not be a professional one, but it has given me a glimpse of the extraordinary.

A recent trip to “The Rock” in San Francisco provided my little digital camera with an opportunity to capture some unique glimpses of this inhospitable place.  As I strolled and meandered about the island, I couldn’t help but attempt to capture the eerie feeling that seemed to ooze from the cracks and crevices of this place.   

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Rust flakes and concrete cracks,

this Island now reformed.

“Were is the warden now?”

a ghostly voice transformed.

“The warden is a seabird,”

The pow-wow drum replies,

“his beady eyes survey

the empty harbour skies.”

The water tower moans

and creaks upon the rise,

Ivy wraps ’round the bars

And Nature claims her prize.

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