Under a brilliant sun

Kissed by the sun
You danced across the landscape
And I watched in amazement

This is an excerpt of a poem from Grains of Sand. To read the full poem, you can download the book via Kindle or purchase the paperback from Amazon.

Grains of Sand
COPYRIGHT © 2016 by Colton Babladelis
Excerpt appears courtesy of Winter Goose Publishing

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Time through the eyes of the gods

And in a moment
We realized that time didn’t exist
For we had lived something eternal
In this life so ephemeral.

We asked the sky
Who lightly laughed back
And winked at us with warm eyes
And whispered over the sea and through the leaves…

This is an excerpt of a poem from Grains of Sand. To read the full poem, you can download the book via Kindle or purchase the paperback from Amazon.

Grains of Sand
COPYRIGHT © 2016 by Colton Babladelis
Excerpt appears courtesy of Winter Goose Publishing

Free diving in the Caribbean

I had my first chance to use my GoPro while snorkeling in Bocas del Toro, Panama. This shot was from about 10 feet down, and really shows the beautiful green that this water turned when the sun came out.GOPR2297.jpg

Northern Lesser Anteater – Corcovado National Park, Costa Rica

We came close to a Norther Lesser Anteater (Tamandua mexicana) while hiking in Corcovado National Park, Costa Rica. The pattern on it’s coat was surprisingly beautiful, and it was quick to climb a tree once it noticed us – they have terrible eyesight and walked very close to us before it realized we were standing frozen on the trail next to it! Very strong smell, almost like a skunk, so if you’re hiking in the park and smell skunk, it’s most likely one of these!

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Day one

Under grey January skies
An orange hued voice rambles
On and on about frivolities,
Spewing its languid hatred
And swaying the masses
Like trees bent under powerful wind
With false promises
Of a better future
Composed of a whimsical greatness
Of which no one can hold
When the truth really looks
Outward with greedy eyes,
Counting its profit, fame, and power.

The moon, no more

I spoke to the moon that night
With absolute certainty
That we would never speak again
I would never gaze up
At her shimmering silhouette
And would not hear her song
Lulling me to sleep

Watercolor Diving

I snapped this shot from about 15 feet under the subject, while snorkeling in Bocas del Toro, Panama. Beautiful waters, and nearly crystal clear, although we found out that January wasn’t the best time for snorkeling because of high surf.

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The coldest winter

Spring started slow that year
Or at least after the frigid winter it seemed slow.
We all waited for the sun,
Prayed it would return one day.
After what we had seen,
After the months of darkness
And the nights of plunging temperatures,
Diving into the furthest depths of Dante’s hell,
It seemed a miracle for anyone to be alive,
Nay have hope after that winter.
I don’t know what came first,
If our senses failed
And we then lost hope,
Or if the loss of our faculties
Came as a result of our resolve
Freezing over with our hearts.
Undeniably so, however,
Our eyes soon forgot what colors were.
The sleepiness of summer warmth seemed
Like a parcel of a dream,
A memory of another life
In days with more light.

Paper wasp in Panama

After half a day of riding an ATV through the jungle in Bocas del Toro, I found this giant paper wasp on tree right next to the beach. Anyone know the exact species?

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