Writer, Photographer
Photo by S.W. Cosgrove
One way or another, all the bridges between that time and this one have been burned. Time’s a reach, too, you know, just like the one that lies between the islands and the mainland, but the only ferry that can cross it is memory, and that’s like a ghost-ship – if you want it to disappear, after awhile it will.
― Stephen King
Words and photo by S.W. Cosgrove
Wind from the west
sketches lines in sand on the beach;
to be erased with the next high tide.
As will our moments, days, lives;
only memories and shadows remain.
Photo by S.W. Cosgrove
Words and photo by S.W. Cosgrove
Darkness comes early
The sun struggles to break through
Obscured by sea clouds
Words and photo by S.W. Cosgrove
Wind and sand create waves
erasing the footprints we leave
and the castles we build with our lives.
Only memories remain
until they, too…vanish.
Words and photo by S.W. Cosgrove
When we go to the western edge,
my dog Jack and me
We walk the tide line for miles
of only sky, sand and sea
Our footprints will soon be erased
As in time will we
Photo and poem by S.W. Cosgrove
alone
together
watching our footprints
vanishing
into the eternal sea
with each receding wave
Sometimes when I think of life, I feel like a piece of driftwood washed up on shore.
~ Haruki Murakami
Photo by S.W. Cosgrove
If Dogs Run Free ~ Written by Bob Dylan
If dogs run free, then why not we
Across the swooping plain?
My ears hear a symphony
Of two mules, trains and rain
The best is always yet to come
That’s what they explain to me
Just do your thing, you’ll be king
If dogs run free
If dogs run free, why not me
Across the swamp of time?
My mind weaves a symphony
And tapestry of rhyme
Oh, winds which rush my tale to thee
So it may flow and be
To each his own, it’s all unknown
If dogs run free
If dogs run free, then what must be
Must be, and that is all
True love can make a blade of grass
Stand up straight and tall
In harmony with the cosmic sea
True love needs no company
It can cure the soul, it can make it whole
If dogs run free
Photo by S.W. Cosgrove
“I do not care what comes after; I have seen the dragons on the wind of morning.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, “The Farthest Shore”
Photo by S.W. Cosgrove
Aboard the Slatery Bay-Earls Cove Ferry
Sunshine Coast
British Columbia
Canada
Photo by S.W. Cosgrove
Have you also learned that secret from the river; that there is no such thing as time?
That the river is everywhere at the same time, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the current, in the ocean and in the mountains, everywhere and that the present only exists for it, not the shadow of the past nor the shadow of the future.
― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha
Photo by S.W. Cosgrove
Ocean dark, ocean light What colors will the ocean give us tonight?
Photo by S.W. Cosgrove
Dusk is a mirage
Twilight’s but a shadow
But tides are forever
Photos by S.W. Cosgrove
Art is not a reflection of reality, it is the reality of a reflection. ~ Jean-Luc Godard
These landscapes of water and reflection are an obsession. ~ Claude Monet
Photo by SW Cosgrove
Moclips River walk, Washington coast.
3 March 2021
Pure reflection – single, unmanipulated image.
Photo by S.W. Cosgrove
My best buddy Jack, whose motto is: no stick too big!
Photo and text by S.W. Cosgrove
There’s a hush in the gloaming
as black clouds move in from the west
You don’t need a weatherman to see this storm coming
One last walk on the beach
But don’t tarry
– S.W. Cosgrove
Photo and text by S.W. Cosgrove
still water reflects
light dancing on the surface
but look just below
Text and photo by S.W. Cosgrove
Evening’s ebb tide at Iron Springs
pulls the Pacific Ocean waters back into its infinite bosom,
etching paths in the dun sands
as I watch from above
SW COSGROVE 