youth

“Youth” Framed

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I had forgotten how hard it is to photograph this painting. There are so many colors and varnishes on it that the camera freaks out :- D so here’s a bunch if photos with different lighting and angles to at least give you an idea of how it looks.

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I will not be satisfied until I get a good shot of this darn painting. Here is a link that may give some more photo ops
https://benjaminprewitt.com/2013/07/28/relook-at-youth/
Okay it’s been a really long day and I honestly need to unplug, charge the phone and relax for a bit, oh I almost forgot we all need to with the “little Dragon” Bon voyage he’s heading off to his proper home.

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Right then, wishing big hugs and lots of love.

Benjamin
2012-2013

Remember when……..

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Slowly as the night cascades down around this
spent worn shell of a man
I’m reminded….

Of the lazy days of summer.
Jumping from the highest rock
Tanned skin
Wind chapped lips
from days at the beach
With
All night Bon fires.
Waking sandy and smelling of slow burned embers of the night before
Only to bathe in the
summer sun and rinse
in the oceans of my youth.

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~~~~~~~~~
Sempre
Benjamin

Throwing stones

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Throwing stones to the tune of a deaf ear
Cast away by the shadows of a blind man.
Shattered in a glass house for all to see but none to hear this child’s voice.

** published in 1978
School District poetry contest.

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**Painting
Dali’s baby
36″ x 48″
Unfinished
2012-????

Happy Friday!!!
Hopefully the day has been kind to you all. It’s been a day of hair cuts and new shoes. Insurance calls and meatball making. With any luck there may even be some painting that happens.

Namaste
Benjamin
2013

Ode to the Past

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On the longest night and shortest day
all the things I’d like to say
Of things gone by, hope and dreams
And all the things I haven’t seen
To live like children,
Full of hope and wonder.
Languid sky and winters thunder.
Sunset beaches and icy peaks.
Rolling rapids and secret sneaks
Tennis shoes and bowler hats
Bubble gum and baseball bats
First tattoos and masquerades
Spin the bottle and play charades
The brightest stars on moon lit nights
Party girls and stupid fights
Oh how I miss being young.

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