a photograph by Sonja Bingen, our daughter
Tag Archives: photography
Black: A Swallowtail Butterfly
Filed under Art, Photography
Cafe Culture in Paris
Filed under Art, Photography
Stones
a painting by Sonja Bingen, our daughter
Note: This is a companion work to an earlier painting by Sonja, Bay Stones.
Filed under Art, Photography
Storm Clouds Over the High Desert
Filed under Art, Ethel Mortenson Davis, Photography
Cascade Falls, San Juan Mountains
Filed under Art, Photography
Shining Waters and Sonnet 44
photograph by Sonja Bingen
This photograph was taken after the memorial for Kevin Michael Davis, organized by Sonja and Mary Wood, our daughters, was held at Newport Beach on the tip of Door County in Wisconsin, one of Kevin’s favorite places when he was a child and young adult. This beautiful place looks out on Lake Michigan and is filled with the sounds of birds and lapping of waves on sand and wet, black stones. Passing ships are often small dots on the distant horizon.
Sonnet 44
by Thomas Davis
To sum an individual life with words
is like endeavoring to touch a hand
through shadows on a wall. Like falling sand
words flow around our substance; sounds unheard
dance symphonies of brilliant mockingbirds
into an absence; moments fade into a fairyland.
Our son was loved; he loved; he made a mark
in web design, fought deep depression, wrote
some poems and essays, loved to walk the dark,
taught everyone around him, wore a coat
of many-colors from the spirit of his heart,
and blessed his father, mother as he taught
us courage as he faced life torn apart.
His death left us bereft, alone, distraught.
Filed under Art, Photography, Poetry, Thomas Davis
Gangs
by Ethel Mortenson Davis
The local people say,
don’t walk out in the wilderness
unless you carry a gun,
because of large predators
and wild dogs—
dogs turned loose
in the desert, abused and neglected.
Now in the hundreds of thousands,
they pack up
to find food and survive.
They kill elk and cattle,
and people—
a man in his fifties.
Children abused
And neglected
join gangs in order to survive.
In order to live—
they kill people.
Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, Photography, Poetry









