Notions of darkness and shadows, violence and love, hardboiled.

Photography of Colorado and the American Southwest displaying nature and history.

All material on this blog is original creation by James Blatter unless otherwise noted

 

The Robbers from Dallas

She fancied a gentleman,
He wanted something better,
Than what they had in this world,
Headstrong with envy and avarice,
Armed with her revolver,
They sought to change their fortunes,
First was a grocery store,
Where they ran from,
The owner’s shotgun blast,
Still he was strong and handsome,
She was clever and beautiful,
Or so they told each other,
The next was the savings and loan,
There they ran away with $55,
And new reputation,
So it began
6 banks, 2 saloons,
13 stores, 11 gas stations
$7,000, one dead,
They were bold,
Posting their own wanted posters,
In the panhandle country,
But the arm of the law,
It is truly long,
And youthful rebellion short,
At least they died
Almost holding hands.

Words by James Blatter

Photo from the Texas Historical Society

Souvenirs

Out in the countryside,
I thought I heard,
A piana,
A saloon melody,
From the long ago days,

Past the aspen and pine,
I see the weathered,
Pale clapboard
Beneath rust orange,
Corrugated tin,
Something that makes me reminisce.

Through the cloudy milk,
Of weathered opaque glass
I see artifacts of
Dancing girls, Ace Shufflers,
Cow Pokes, Timber Jacks,
Forgotten 59ers, Tin Star carriers,
All gone away with the silver and gold,

Brickellbush, Soapwort, and Bentgrass
Cut and climb over and through
Neglected shudders, floor planks, and roof joist
These natives have replaced
Those former residents to claim
Silver moonlight and golden sun

Stepping away
Looking from the grey glass and dead wood,
To the live green and vibrant blooms,
I think the earth
Is better for allowing
Nature and its music
To hold sway.

Words and Photos by James Blatter

High In the Rockies

Up the Old Post Road,
The air is translucent
You become conscious
Of the silence
Indian paintbrushes
Intersect with
Bright larkspur
As twilight comes
I see the evening star
Catch a scent of night blooms
Contrary to what others say
This is sufficient
If appreciation of this immensity
Is all I pass down
My work has been completed.

Words by James Blatter

Photo from Canopyandstars.co.uk

The Long Ache

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If this very day has,
Vanished,
Forever,
Then I’m suspicious,
Because I’ve already forgotten,
When it happened,
Time is such an oppressive substance,
Perhaps I should ignore it,
Go get some cake,
Maybe honor it,
Call my folks,
Or embrace it
And panic,
Because it passes
To where the past is stored,
All too swiftly.

Words and Photo by James Blatter

Talismans

An antique cup,
Grandmother always filled it,
At crucial moments,
When life’s hinges swung,
If that cup could speak,
Would it share her wisdom,
Or her Grandmother’s
Who first passed it down,
I feel melancholy looking at it,
Insignificant,
Not prepared for the power,
It holds that cannot be described,
In mere words.

Words by James Blatter

Image via Ebay

Monsoons come to Glenwood Springs: A downpour in August turned the Colorado River red and hid South Canyon west of town in a curtain of clouds.
Photo by James Blater

Monsoons come to Glenwood Springs: A downpour in August turned the Colorado River red and hid South Canyon west of town in a curtain of clouds.

Photo by James Blater

Late Evening Rainbow: This Rainbow appeared right at dusk as a more powerful storm was arriving.

Photo by James Blatter

Late Evening Rainbow: This Rainbow appeared right at dusk as a more powerful storm was arriving.

Photo by James Blatter

Colorado Monsoon on a country road.

Photo by James Blatter

Colorado Monsoon on a country road.

Photo by James Blatter