Soul to Soul...

"Intimate Beauty"
© Lloyd Pollard 2002
8"x10" black & white photograph

First published in this blog.
Previously unpublished and not exhibited.

Inner beauty. Intimate grace. Quiet presence. Radiant soul.
Divine essence. Goddess.

Child Mystic...

"Little Pharaoh Princess"
© Lloyd Pollard 2006
8"x10" colour photograph

First published in this blog.
Previously unpublished and not exhibited.

And a child shall lead them...
with her grace, non-judgment and acceptance of all things.

Return to the garden
Redesign the divine.

Prayer...

"...meek and mild, look upon this little child..."
8"x10" © Lloyd Pollard 2006
black & white photograph
First published in this blog.
Previously unpublished and not exhibited.


Prayer does not require a religion or faith.

It require a desire to reach beyond yourself and acknowledge
other forces in your surroundings that influence you.

Prayer is a respectful commune with all things meaningful and powerful,
whether in our perception, our stories or our reality.


Prayer is a respect for the gods, God, the elements of nature, the known and/or the unknown.

Prayer is a meditation and a cultivation of energy through thought and reflection, from which we synchronize our being with the world that surrounds us.

Prayer does not demand a religion or faith.

It demands humility, openness and a willingness to acknowledge all things within and beyond us (the self), known and unknown.

amen.

Essential radiance...

'...@ the Bluffs' 8"x10" © Lloyd Pollard 2002
black & white photograph
First published in this blog.
Previously unpublished and not exhibited.

Grace upon the winds of hope. Accepting the gentle reminder of peace, the flow of God's breath left over from Adam. Creeping, crawling back into a nature I desired not to be born from. Into stone beautiful, harsh softness, heavy, formful intelligence. Accept me, restore to all forms, no shape, no gender, no name. Wear me down tideless. Whisper again, want again, need nevermore, let me go. Never again born and shaped, there is no form of you in me. Wear me down without hope. Accept touch, silence and this ear. Grace less. Lovers end. Hope less. Never again...