Those tiny buds, the rounded edges of each wiry branch are filled with that hope, Steven. It can't be far now. As my daughter reminds me, here in Australia, it's the last day of summer. For you, the last day of winter.
elisabeth - it's hard to imagine beginning to say goodbye to summer but i know that that's what you and your fellow australians will be doing shortly. have a peaceful day. steven
hi acornmoon - that's snow behind the branches. i took the pictures looking downwards!! the sky, at the time i took these photos was perfectly white as it was snowing. have a lovely day. steven
How sad life is when we plod through it without hope. I carry some with me every day - hope of spring, of peace, of a day in which I make someone feel appreciated.
Those tiny buds, the rounded edges of each wiry branch are filled with that hope, Steven. It can't be far now. As my daughter reminds me, here in Australia, it's the last day of summer. For you, the last day of winter.
ReplyDelete"fragile neural tracery"
ReplyDeleteBeautifully expressed and totally apt.
Certainly as surely.
ReplyDeleteI love the way the branches fracture the sky, like cracks in the ice.
ReplyDeleteWonderful! The delicate tracery, the spare but perfect words - well done!
ReplyDeleteelisabeth - it's hard to imagine beginning to say goodbye to summer but i know that that's what you and your fellow australians will be doing shortly. have a peaceful day. steven
ReplyDeletethanks jinksy! i thought of the whole body of the earth as a mind. i know i'm not the first to think that!! steven
ReplyDeletevery clever dan!!! steven
ReplyDeletehi acornmoon - that's snow behind the branches. i took the pictures looking downwards!! the sky, at the time i took these photos was perfectly white as it was snowing. have a lovely day. steven
ReplyDeletehi pauline - thankyou for your kind comment. steven
ReplyDeleteExcept for the maple trees, it's all still dormant here. Buds are swelling but no spring green yet.
ReplyDeletelooks so dead, but every death promises a new beginning.
ReplyDeleteHello Mr Photo man
ReplyDeletethat is a lovely anaology that you have made...
spring is the eternal hope...
Happy days
The angle of the sun is unmistakable even to we humans. I know those trees have noticed, too. Spring will come again, it will!
ReplyDeleteThe strength in this poem is found in its brevity. The minimalist pictures are also striking. Bravo!
ReplyDeletehello terresa, thankyou for you generous comment. steven
ReplyDeletehi reya - the morning light and the evening light. the length of the shadows, the feeling in the air. it tells stories. steven
ReplyDeletehello delwyn - the words were in my head as i took the pictures! i love posts like that. steven
ReplyDeletefriko!!! you're up and about again!! hurrah! have a peaceful evening - yes there's life....... steven
ReplyDeleteHow sad life is when we plod through it without hope. I carry some with me every day - hope of spring, of peace, of a day in which I make someone feel appreciated.
ReplyDeleteIndeed. And it is miraculous, no?
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