Post & photos, copyright: Leisa A. Hammett
Morning. I wake.
Stare out window.
Naked trees.
Reaching
Toward
a Barren, Unforgiving Winter Sky
bearing no color but that of
Bleached Linen.
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Snow-splotched woods set stage–
the poetry of slow falling flakes.
I watch.
Back to work…Birds,
the Blue of jays and Red of Cardinals
grab and yank my periphery toward their darting.
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As the day progresses,
If Lucky,
a Robin-egg Blue may stain the austere canvas of sky.
Then, as Afternoon closes
Sparse swaths of over-washed blue briefly linger
Sometimes with erratic layers of timid Pink.
Eventually it all wanes, fades and Gives Way
to
a Pale, nearly depressing Dove Grey
Before Lights Go Out.
Cold Black
The Finale.
great pics
Fantastic pic of the birds in the trees. We’ve had rain so consistently the last couple of weeks, i am hardly inspired to pick up my camera. It’s great to see your views.
You’ve been taking some wonderful images lately, Leisa.
Jet, Wahokia, thank you. I’m humbled. I’m especially self-conscious about these because they were taken with my new camera with whom I am not yet friends or even in like that much with….And, I’ve worked with professional photographers the majority of my career, so I’m, a little timid about posting. But, THANK YOU!
Alright, I’ve just done some blog checking and one Google Desktop. (I cannot live without Google Desktop!) Now I’m really humbled. Confirmed: Jet’s a photographer. And, yeah, I knew Wahokia was familiar. Good Lord, it’s Father of Click. See my blog roll. Bill Bangham has won international photography awards, published in National Geo, NYT. Humbled. Humbled. Really. Leisa Hammett is not humble very much….
Love these pics! Although I see from your previous comment that the accolades before me are quite high. Congrats!
Thank you, Denise. Now I want someone to tell me why they work….?