I am always amazed when I see a beautiful photo like this — that out of a messy mass of small things, someone's eye can pick a few particulars in a lovely composition, and make them come clear in color and shape, make them shine as what they are, with a light from within.
I once saw such as this after tripping through a field of flowers, a'drunk with morning dew, when I did chance to fall. When next I oped mine eyes, I saw a scene like this and wrote a sonnet on it but then lost it.
Honest.
Besides all that, the picture is quite nice, though I wonder at the time you spend underwater of late; and how you swim so near the bottom here, yet hold the camera steady...
Pat - I only hope my frivolity doth not burst her bubbles, which are fair. She is strangely silent... yet like as not is out for another quick swim...
Fair Firebird, I hope I have said nothing in my last post to cause concern. None of the others, even when they wear hoopskirts and give literary citations with which I am unfamiliar, approach thee in creative literary critcism and pensive soulfulness.
Ever yours, Sir Percival White Knight, Poete Laureate, NYPD Special Agent
/t.--Thank you so much for sending me the link to the gallery--I do love the photo prints by the artist you named--mysteriously abstract and beautiful, but recoghizable as nature.
I certainly will keep in mind what the possibilities are...thanks for the eye-opener...
Vivian's leaves Have not left the scene As current post; Nor I, neither now Nor henceforth ever, Shall clamber simian-like And lost upon boughs That shake, to offer her Avuncular advice For this would make no sense.
Percy B Silly (You may have the copyright on this as gift and token of our literary correspondence)
perci--Could this be the long-awaited lost sonnet? If so, it casts a light upon the cause of your unfortunate fall, perhaps you climbed too high-- but I am alarmed at the effects of such a blow to the head--that you forswear actions that "make no sense"--you are not yourself, I fear...
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I am always amazed when I see a beautiful photo like this — that out of a messy mass of small things, someone's eye can pick a few particulars in a lovely composition, and make them come clear in color and shape, make them shine as what they are, with a light from within.
I once saw such as this after tripping through a field of flowers, a'drunk with morning dew, when I did chance to fall. When next I oped mine eyes, I saw a scene like this and wrote a sonnet on it but then lost it.
Honest.
Besides all that, the picture is quite nice, though I wonder at the time you spend underwater of late; and how you swim so near the bottom here, yet hold the camera steady...
ur an
artist,
firebird
this would be so beautiful as a large print -- there is an art gallery in Banff (canada) that sells prints just like this
/t.
Why yes they are. How'd you get the bubbles not to burst?
Pat - I only hope my frivolity doth not burst her bubbles, which are fair. She is strangely silent... yet like as not is out for another quick swim...
Fair Firebird, I hope I have said nothing in my last post to cause concern. None of the others, even when they wear hoopskirts and give literary citations with which I am unfamiliar, approach thee in creative literary critcism and pensive soulfulness.
Ever yours,
Sir Percival
White Knight, Poete Laureate, NYPD Special Agent
mb--Thank you so much for this comment--and given by someone who has that magic you describe...
perci--the morning dew can indeed have such an effect--
It is sad to think of lost sonnets, lost days, but we must ever look forward...
Yes, I have been underwater of late, the Internet access there leaves much to be desired...and I have thought about you fondly, never doubt...
/t.--I am so honored by your comment, and suggestion--thanks...
pat--This was a very shallow pool of water by a brook, and the bubbles were constantly bursting and changing--fun to compose!
firebird,
http://www.summitfineart.com/
see artist: Stefanja Dumanowski
/t.
/t.--Thank you so much for sending me the link to the gallery--I do love the photo prints by the artist you named--mysteriously abstract and beautiful, but recoghizable as nature.
I certainly will keep in mind what the possibilities are...thanks for the eye-opener...
Down from the Trees
Vivian's leaves
Have not left the scene
As current post;
Nor I, neither now
Nor henceforth ever,
Shall clamber simian-like
And lost upon boughs
That shake, to offer her
Avuncular advice
For this would make no sense.
Percy B Silly
(You may have the copyright on this as gift and token of our literary correspondence)
perci--Could this be the long-awaited lost sonnet? If so, it casts a light upon the cause of your unfortunate fall, perhaps you climbed too high--
but I am alarmed at the effects of such a blow to the head--that you forswear actions that "make no sense"--you are not yourself, I fear...
No one connects the dots like me but you; and perchance the Bush administration.
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