All photographs: ©Lisa Chapman 2016
©Lisa Chapman 2015
Photographed this last Fall, just before everything turned cold.
Woke at 3:30 a.m. and went to the window to look at the moon that was filling the room with light and saw this amazing sky. I grabbed the camera and snapped these photographs. It seemed like a portal opening up beneath the moon – strange and beautiful.
Photographs: ©2016 Lisa Chapman
My fair city really knows how to do it up right for the holidays. Strolling downtown after dinner, it was so beautiful, actually kind of magical.
Photographs: Lisa Chapman ©2016
Does anyone go dancing anymore? Just wondering… Captured this photograph today – I thought it had a bit of whimsy to it.
It was so beautiful, the blood moon tonight. I didn’t want to stop looking up at it. This is the best shot I could get. I hope you were able to get a glance at it in the sky – it was magical.
Photo credit:Wyatt McSpadden/Grove Press
A REDOLENCE FOR NIMS
O triple sob — turned forty
at midnight — body at dawn
booze-soddened but hopeful,
knowing that the only thing
to remember is dreams.
Dead clear zero, Sunday afternoon
in an attic of a closed resort
on Lake Michigan with one lone
duck riding the diminishing
swells of yesterday’s storm
against the snowy cliffs of North Manitou:
Whom are we to love?
How many and what for?
My heart’s gone to sea for years.
This is a prayer, plaint, wish,
howl of void beneath breastbone.
Dreams, soul chasers, bring
back my heart alive.