Triangles, Triangles, Triangles

Swingset Leslie Schultz

Sometimes as a photographer I become preoccupied with color, sometimes with repeated themes or objects, sometimes with form or line. Recently, in looking over past work, I was pulled toward images with strong triangular lines.

Then, while looking at my poetry from the past three decades, I found the mysterious poem I wrote about twenty years ago. The catalyst was a dream, quiet on the surface but overlaying weird unspoken and imaginary anxieties, held together with the image of the surveyor or navigator who depend upon triangulation to achieve results…another set  references for the concept of ‘triangle’.


Triangles: glyphs of both stability and of instability.

I hope you enjoy these poetic and photographic evocations of this fundamental form!


It’s on my mind, you say, as though
your mind were as flat as a table, with one
Platonic Idea riding above its polished surface

like a sleek craft bound for glory.
What’s on your mind?, you ask, casual,
thumbing a magazine while you unleash

a hurricane into our lives.  My mind goes dark
momentarily.  I am swept somewhere unfamiliar,
south of Bermuda, perhaps.  Our compass

has a new point of reference,
another magnetic pull.  We are three
dimensions but I can’t tell what

is up.  This weird, unfathomable
triangulation of desire
spins me in tight circles of fear.

Call me when the coast
is clear.

Leslie Schultz

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6 thoughts on “Triangles, Triangles, Triangles

  1. Hi Aunt Shirley,
    So nice to hear from you! I am so glad you enjoy this post. Leslie

  2. Hi Judy,

    Thank you for the encouragement on this theme. I am mulling over related ideas for future posts! Leslie

  3. I love these triangular images — you have such a poetic and visual representation of such. Judy M

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