“Rest Before The Frenzy”

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Martha’s Vineyard

Through Harold’s Lens.

Would you
like to learn salt water fly fishing?

Traveling to Martha’s Vineyard?
Contact the Martha’s Vineyard Rod & Gun Club
http://www.mvrodandgunclub.com

Every summer
The club’s Salt Water Fly Fishing School
Hosts a series of salt water fly fishing instructional clinics
By the club’s professional guides .

Cost
Club Members: $85.
Non-Members: $100.

Contact:
Professional Guides
Sandra Demel: 508-693-6338
John Kollett: 508-759-1287.

When
Contact Sandra or John
For specific summer dates & times.

“Tight lines”

From Harold’s Photographic Series on Martha’s Vineyard: “Intimacy of Island Life”

“Weather Report”

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United States
Martha’s Vineyard

Through Harold’s Lens:

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6:03am
My old cracked weather radio
Squawked again with static.

“Winds 14
North by Northwest
Sky cloudy
Temperature dropping
42 by 10am.

Incoming tide
Cold day fishermen
Frenzies going on
Blues & Stripers biting
Tight lines”.

Rusty, my old Jeep
Rumbled through curves
Past Vineyard Haven Harbor
Lonely boats and masts
Rocking to the rhythm of the water.

Blue smoke
Trailing Rusty’s rear pipe
Oil again.
The hell with it.

Tackle box . Rattling
Stinky cooler live slimy eels. Secure
Rod . Snug in dirty rags
Reel . Oiled skin smooth
Line. New 20 lb test.

Another cold morning
With my best buddy Jim
On the water
In his rigged fishing boat.

Bloddy Marys at 9
Jokes, puns, laughs.

Cries echo over water
“Fish on”.

From Harold’s Photographic Series on Martha’s Vineyard: “Intimacy of Island Life”

“Birth Of Dawn”

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Martha’s Vineyard
Through Harold’s Lens:

Long before the birth of dawn
Slowly
Emerging from black.

Rising yellows
Surfacing oranges
Bursting blues.

I open my salt rusted door
Creak
Squeak
Old, trashed Jeep
Rusty’s his name.

Sling tackle box in
Sling waders in
Sling cooler in
Nestle fly rod carefully on tattered wool sweaters.

During the birth of dawn
Dew blanket
Smothers all.

Robins chirp
Their morning welcome.

Worms wiggle
Pedals unfold
Color abounds.

Soft yellow light
Pops from windows
Weathered shingled cottages.

Waves of hot coffee waft
Through dense mist.

Me
With solo beach time
With waves
With wet sand
With whipping fly rod

With enjoyment
With tranquility
With purity
With peace

With a nibble
With a bite
With a tug
With a large striped bass

After the birth of dawn
Sun shines
Shadows flow.
Island alive
Folks everywhere.

Forty pound striper
Bled out
Gutted
Fillet.

Grilled feast tonight!
Another day on my special island.

From Harold’s Photographic Series on Martha’s Vineyard: “Intimacy of Island Life”

“Jazzin”

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Through Harold’s Lens.
Sculpture by Rita Green

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“Lost In The Rhythm Of The Sea”

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Martha’s Vineyard

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Cozy & bundled
Nestled in arms
In loved-worn sweaters
Over tattered college sweats.

She with Chardonnay
Me with Merlot.

Rhythm of the sea

Buns nestled
In warm mounds of sand.

Heads nestled
In suntanned shoulders.

Toes nestled
In loose grains of gold.

Rhythm of the sea

We had danced
To pounding surf.

We had kissed
To splashing waves.

We had loved
To glows of orange and red.

Rhythm of the sea

Warm love between us
Deep love growing
Memories of a tender island summer
Moments of a chilly early fall.

Rhythm of the sea

All is quiet now
Only sounds of surf
Only stars in skies
Only moon beams crossing waves.

Rhythm of the sea

She off to Wellesley
Me off to Stanford
2500 miles of dirt
Hearts sagging
Tears rolling.

Rhythm of the sea

Grapes gone
Sunset black
Sleep.

Rhythm of the sea

From Harold’s Photographic Series on Martha’s Vineyard: “Intimacy of Island Life”

1st Place. Famous Mexican Filmmaker Honors Through Harold’s Lens.

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Through Harold’s Lens:

Through Harold’s Lens is honored to have its image “Old Rugged Cross” selected as the winning image by famous Mexican filmmaker Willy Sousa.

“Old Rugged Cross” was selected from hundreds of photographs entered in Willy’s competitionMéxico en tus Sentidos.

Willy is General Director of Casa Industria Films Studios and has received over 54 international awards.

For the past nine years Willy has created and produced a series of emotionally powerful videos for the Mexico Tourism Board including “Mexico In Your Senses, voted the best video to promote tourism in the world.

“Portrait Of Pain”

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Cambodia
Through Harold’s Lens:

What does this little boy know?
Pain?
Hunger?
Sadness?

Terror?
Safety?
Loneliness?

Misery?
Ridicule?
Rejection?

Death?
Failure?
The unknown?

What does this little boy miss?
Mommy?
Daddy?
Brother?
Sister?

Friend?
Food?
Love?

Hugs?
Happiness?
Holding hands?

Silliness?
Goofiness?
Laughter?

Little boy
Stumbling
War-torn concrete jungles
Kicking stones
Kicking dust
Flicking bugs.

Cry from his deep?

One only
Speaks Cambodian
One only
Speaks English.

I’ll never know.

“Old Rugged Cross”

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Through Harold’s Lens:

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Shuffle
Shuffle
Shuffle.

Shuttle
Shuffle
Shuffle.

Shuffle
Shuffle
Shuffle.

Rusty nails
Crippling pain
Holy tears.

The Father
The Son
The Holy Spirit.

 

“Clomp. Clomp. Clomp”

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Morocco
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Spitting
Chewing
Burping
Groaning.

Clomp. Clomp. Clomp

Whining
Urinating
Bellowing
Moaning.

Clomp. Clomp. Clomp

Rhythmic
Slow
Slumbery
Sleepy
Camel caravan.

Clomp. Clomp. Clomp

Stretching
Red Sea
Atlantic Ocean .

Clomp. Clomp. Clomp

Dune slogging
Five hundred feet
High.

Clomp. Clomp. Clomp

Sweat pouring
Salt draining
Hottest desert in world.

Clomp. Clomp. Clomp

Frosty
Cold beer
Safari tent camp.

Soon. Soon. Soon.

The Great Sahara!

“Fly Fishing In The Mountains”

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United States
Through Harold’s Lens:

Playboy!
Loaded fly rod in hand
Wandered
Hills
Valleys
Mountains.

Eight-weight
Teasing trout
Dangling bait
Chasing tail
Morning, noon and night.

Moist creeks
Wandering streams
Soft shorelines
Full backing of
Mankind.

Banks of breeding bunnies
Tools in hand
Digging
For libido of man.

Pick-up
Lay down
Set the hook
Strip the line
Unload the rod.

Guiding N.O.W.
Steinem, Friedan, Fonda
No catch
Dry fly.

Playboy Mansion dam
Runoff
Steelhead, Hog Sucker, Southern Playfish
Bridle Shiner, Cutthroat, Killifish
Sleeper, Snook, Chiselmouth
Even Logperch and Paddlefish.

Ego on top of many mountains?
Many egos wearing mountains?

A little boy with grown up toys?
Little toys with a grown up boy?

Riding rockets to the moon.

Aging fisherman
Hatched
From warm waters
April nine
Nineteen twenty six.

Eighty-eight year journey
Eternal climb up mountains of lust
Traversing curving trails
Back to warm home.

Happy Birthday Hugh!

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