moments crystallize
in falling snow–
everything happens,
nothing happens
all at once–
the ancient tales,
the current news
form as lines
across white fields–
across the endless poem
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Gator, you are a Master, and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your artistry. And you reach me even though I am one who has never cast a line.
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Dr. G
I am humbled, my good Doctor. As always, thanks so much.
Walt, are those photos of a rose bush reflected in water? That is pretty cool. They struck me as very oriental, like the Japanese rice paper paintings ( I don’t know the technical name for them). Nice!
I’m happy that you made the oriental connection, Bob. Those are wild rose stems along our creek. I hoped that shooting in b/w I’d get something reminiscent of that genre and, for a first try, I’m pleased with the turn-out. Thanks!
Walt that forth photo is awesome. The B&W’s are sharp also.
I was hoping they would say, “November!” Thanks Alan
Beautiful pictures walt, thanks for sharing.
My pleasure, Long, Thanks for commenting.