C. W. Barrett

Here is where we begin that rare conversation about how Nature's Most Gifted Child not only survives, but prospers. Using My Photography, Poetry, Prose and a respect for every unique creation God has made, we begin to expose, even peel away, discover more of the sacred within our lives, our lands, our living:

Photography.

The Spiritual Arts of / Photography

my framed photo & poetry art

all photo prices below:

Captains Couragess Isn’t it time that you were a respected, formidable Captain that not only has someplace to go, but that is admired for how you are so buoyantly and admirably getting there? And all by learning to take command of this rare vessel by editing your day to day, hour to hour, thoughts, not only the Captain of Where You Go, but how much fun you have getting there.

Captains Courageous

“Isn’t it time that you were a respected, formidable Captain that not only has someplace to go, but that is admired for how you are so buoyantly and admirably getting there? And all by learning to take command of this rare vessel by editing your day to day, hour to hour, thoughts, not only the Captain of Who You Are and where you go, but how much fun you have getting there.”

Soft Sheets & Moonlight“But sometimes late into the night, long after the lights went out, you could lie there in the softness of sheets and moonlight, and still smell the sweet aroma of your love. The Lingering Musk of Two Animals. Still hear the echoes of their heavy breathing in the night air. The muffled sounds of those delirious wimpers. And even though it had been dark for hours, you could still see the pleasure in that gasp and smile.”

Soft Sheets & Moonlight

“But sometimes late into the night, long after the lights went out, you could lie there in the softness of sheets and moonlight, and still smell the sweet aroma of your love. The Lingering Musk of Two Animals. Still hear the echoes of their heavy breathing in the night air. The muffled sounds of those delirious wimpers. And even though it had been dark for hours, you could still see the pleasure in that gasp and smile.”

Hope's Flickering Light“But if you did too many things on the Outside without asking the Inside first, your soul could get very tired. And if you spent too many months or years trying to do what you thought society or others expected on the Outside instead of what your soul needed on the Inside, you could get very sick and poor. And once your soul got poor, your Hope got poor. And once your Hope got poor, your body and habits and self-esteem got poor. And, most of all, your vision got poor. Until it could become very dark. There, where that flickering Light almost went out.”

Hope’s Flickering Light

“But if you did too many things on the Outside without asking the Inside first, your soul could get very tired. And if you spent too many months or years trying to do what you thought society or others expected on the Outside instead of what your soul needed on the Inside, you could get very sick and poor. And once your soul got poor, your Hope got poor. And once your Hope got poor, your body and habits and self-esteem got poor. And, most of all, your vision got poor. Until it could become very dark. There, where that flickering Light almost went out.”

The Thick, Crisp Newness of Wild “Once you stepped out into this wild, you noticed a thick, crisp newness surrounding you, a magical world of dense trees and grasses, cactus and oceans, geese and foxes, mists and fogs, moon and rains…your thoughts suddenly taking on the slower speed of rocks and butterflies.…And as your lungs filled now with the crisply wild, you could begin to feel a new language speaking inside you. An ancient language of oceans and rains and rivers. Of birds and breezes. Of soft ballads whispered in the gurgle of a creek, or the howl of the wind up a canyon or over your ears. Now filling your nostrils with the thick smell of sage and pine in the night air, as you looked up out of that sleeping bag at the cold sky wide, the stars twinkling so magically in their galaxies. Launching hopes in you as clear as the air was brisk, and as wide as that night was large. So that if your soul was spoken to by these powers, it could remember how it too could speak again, feel again, see again.“

The Thick, Crisp Newness of Wild

“Once you stepped out into this wild, you noticed a thick, crisp newness surrounding you, a magical world of dense trees and grasses, cactus and oceans, geese and foxes, mists and fogs, moon and rains…your thoughts suddenly taking on the slower speed of rocks and butterflies. And as your lungs filled now with the crisply wild, you could begin to feel a new language speaking inside you. An ancient language of oceans and rains and rivers. Of birds and breezes. Of soft ballads whispered in the gurgle of a creek, or the howl of the wind up a canyon or over your ears. Now filling your nostrils with the thick smell of sage and pine in the night air, as you looked up out of that sleeping bag at the cold sky wide, the stars twinkling so magically in their galaxies. Launching hopes in you as clear as the air was brisk, and as wide as that night was large. So that if your soul was spoken to by these powers, it could remember how it too could speak again, feel again, see again.“

That Flower in My Garden"Indeed, not one of these Poems were in a hurry, because they were In-Love. And love was savoring details, not hurrying them. And because they were not in a hurry, they knew every shape and color and size of the Flowers in their garden. Every Song in their sky. Each had Room for Magic. Each had Time for Art. And so their lives were."

That Flower in My Garden

“Indeed, not one of these Poems were in a hurry, because they were In-Love. And love was savoring details, not hurrying them. And because they were not in a hurry, they knew every shape and color and size of the Flowers in their garden. Every Song in their sky. Each had Room for Magic. Each had Time for Art. And so their lives were.”

The Vast Bounce of God's Light“So it was in the cold of all this space, that the Sun’s Magic grew not only forests and fjords, but people and their souls. The Larger Nature in both being drawn up and out and into something new, something larger and more beautiful than the Gods had ever seen before. So the Sun smiled. And shone. Because he knew this Love and Light would grow. Like he grew every other living thing. And some days, it was enough to sit on the edge of a red canyon and watch God’s Light hit and bounce, touch and caress, miles of rock and cactus and sky.”

The Vast Bounce of God’s Light

“So it was in the cold of all this space, that the Sun’s Magic grew not only forests and fjords, but people and their souls. The Larger Nature in both being drawn up and out and into something new, something larger and more beautiful than the Gods had ever seen before. So the Sun smiled. And shone. Because he knew this Love and Light would grow. Like he grew every other living thing. And some days, it was enough to sit on the edge of a red canyon and watch God’s Light hit and bounce, touch and caress, miles of rock and cactus and sky.”

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“Mad Hatters & Angels” Exhibit:

“Am I mad as a hatter, or stopping long enough to see you, hear my own Inner Voice, or know that Nature or God are there whispering?” (Last featured at the Barking Dog Coffee House in Sonoma, across the street from the Sonoma Fairmont Mission Inn & Spa.

Price List:

Photo & Poetry Art

The Framed Photo & Poetry Combinations in the “Mad Hatters & Angels” Series each include an illustrative quote from one of my Chapter Poems, and are available for $30 – $270, as described below, all using museum-quality archival papers & inks.

You may also purchase any of these photographs without quotes, or in any size, framed or unframed as noted here. Upon request, you may also purchase the entire text of each bound Chapter Poem** which each photograph is based upon, for ten dollars each. All framed Photo & Poetry Combinations are also available in Español or other languages, as I custom print all my own photography. Ordering online from this website will begin sometime in August 2019. Otherwise, feel free to email me at Librobella@gmail.com or stop by my studio gallery for a visit (address forthcoming.)

@Large* 25” x 21” Framed Color Photograph w/Quote:   $248

@Color Photo & Quote only, 25″ x 21″ (purchase own frame):     $125

@Largest Framed Color Printing w/Quote, 30″ x 26:”    $270

@Medium 15” x 13” Framed Color Photograph w/Quote:    $145

@Masonite Color Photo w/Quote (25 x 21″ (w/out frame):    $125
(Photo is permanently bound to solid Masonite needing no frame.)
@Masonite Color Photo no Quote (25 x 21″ w/out frame):    $99

@8 1/2 x 11 No-Frame/Wood Backed Photo/Quote Combo:   $48

@”You Frame” Photo/Quote Combo Print, 8 1/2 x 11:”    $ 30

@Bound ”Mad Hatters & Angels” Chapter Poem, most w/Photos, 2-8 pgs.; order by Photo or Poem Title:     $ 10

*Approximate sizes, as all photos have custom cropping.

**This particular “poetry” is really a hybrid of “prose cum poetry,” which I cannot explain. For further enlightenment, you will have to consult either this afternoon’s breeze, or the Poetry Gods, whichever you are the most familiar with. Art, like romance or the weather, can sometimes be more about serendipity or wonder than explanation.

“Saigon Before the Fall” Exhibits (#1: The Vietnamese & #2: U.S. Soldiers) photos (any size & framing) are also available upon request.)

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