Images and Stories by
Glenn Gemmell
In whispers of light, a tale unfolds,
As shadows and hues in silence hold.
From moments captured, emotions convey,
Where life intertwines in a delicate ballet.
Each frame a heartbeat, each color a song,
In the gallery of memories, where we all belong.
So journey with me through this visual spree,
Where images speak, and our souls wander free.
For in every image, a world to explore,
A story untold, waiting to soar.
Christmas on the farm
Within my heart, an artist dwells,
A flame of passion, a silent bell.
Creation flows like the air I breathe,
In every moment, I find reprieve.
One fateful morn, I wandered near,
Rose Hill Farm, a vision clear.
A spring house and barn dressed in cheer,
Christmas whispers filled the atmosphere.
The light was flat, yet I sought to change,
To find a spark, to rearrange.
From where the trees embrace the dawn,
I painted light to greet the morn.
Wreaths adorned with a welcoming grace,
As the warm light of dawn illuminated the place.
The road ahead, a gentle embrace.
Of laughter and love at the old home place.
A scene of peace, where time stands still,
Rural America, the heart's sweet thrill.
Tradition echoed in the crisp, fresh air,
A farmer's love, a bond laid bare.
In this tranquil moment, I wished to impart,
The timeless beauty that dwells in the heart.
— Glenn Gemmell & Gramerly
A day at the beach
In the heart of a sun-drenched shore,
Where whispers of waves and laughter soar,
I witness a tale of love unfold,
A story painted in hues bold.
A couple, in timeless love, set their sights,
On an evening full of life and delight.
The cart they pull, a burden shared,
In each gentle tug, their union of love declared.
His back bends low as sand slips away,
From flip-flops worn in the dance of the day.
She stands behind him, steady and true,
Balancing decades of dreams as the sky
turns blue.
Their attire, a canvas in blue, red, and green,
A tapestry woven, in love they convene.
Her laughter, a melody, a sweet, gentle guide,
In every step forward, they walk side by side.
The towels are vibrant, the wagon adorned,
With treasures of memories, together they’ve formed.
Beach people, they bask in their shared delight,
Guided by the stars that shall soon greet the night.
So here's to the moments that ebb and flow,
In the dance of the tides, their spirits glow—
United in purpose, in each sunbeam that fades,
Together in love, where the shore meets
the shades.
— Glenn Gemmell & Gramerly
White boat, black water
In the quiet embrace of day’s gentle hue,
The tide whispers softly, as it always knew,
A dance of the past, where the sea
meets the shore,
Echoing stories of those gone before.
The boat, a testament to labor and time,
Cradles the essence of rhythms sublime.
Its weathered hull mirrors the toil of a soul,
Carving through waters where dreams
take their toll.
Oh, the waterman’s path, a tale of the deep,
In solitude's grip, the secrets they keep.
With hands worn from effort, beneath
the sun’s hot glow,
He gathers the treasures that the depths bestow.
— Glenn Gemmell & Gramerly
Grass patterns
In the stillness, grass holds its grace,
Tiny white blossoms holding their place.
A dance of lines, a whisper of hues,
Nature's quiet song, ever infused.
For the keen observer, a world to behold,
In the gentle embrace of a story told.
— Glenn Gemmell & Gramerly
Johnson 35 outboard
Sometimes, the most unexpected subjects can awaken a profound passion within us, igniting our creative spirit in ways we never anticipated.
At first glance, the Johnson 35 seemed merely to be an outboard motor mounted on a beautifully restored boat.
But as it caught the enchanting light a deeper connection sparked within me, driving my desire to frame its magnificence through my lens.
Take a moment to observe how the bold yellow paint radiates in the sunlight, illuminating the contours and details.
The sunlight dances across its surface, creating a symphony of reflections and highlights that breathe life into the image.
The vibrant oranges and passionate reds tease the imagination, hinting at the power ready to roar to life at a moment's notice.
Surrounding this scene is the rich tapestry of coastal sounds, sights, and scents that ignite and inspire.
The invigorating aroma of sea salt fills the air, mingling with the melodies of seabirds gracefully gliding overhead, their wings outstretched against the azure sky, before diving elegantly into the shimmering waves below.
It is a brilliant morning on the coast, and as the day unfolds, so too does the limitless potential of the Johnson 35.
The promise of adventure hangs in the air, waiting for the moment when the engine comes to life, carrying dreams across the sparkling horizon.
Workplace hoops
Workplace hoops (beware of the dog).
Shrimpboat deck
We see shrimp boats from afar,
bathed in beautiful light glistening on the water,
and we glimpse a romantic impression of those
who harvest shrimp from the sea.
But, not until we see the deck, the winches,
thick ropes, course nets, heavy chains,
and the battered hull, do we understand
the reality of the labor and hard work
of the men and women who work the boats.
Goodbye
It seems, the older we get
the more we say goodbye,
to friends, loved ones, dreams, careers,
valued traditions tossed aside in an
ever changing world.
We recall the harshness and pain
of those events.
But, here's the good news!
Happiness and joy will return,
embrace the future.
God has a plan for your life,
and it is good.
So, for my brothers and sisters in Christ
The Bible says that our names are written
in the Lambs book of life.
Forever!
Therefore dear friends, for us…
Goodbye is not the end,
it is merely a new beginning…
And, we will see one another later in Heaven
and we will be with the Lord Jesus.
As it is written, by God himself.