Wednesday, June 15, 2011

the leading edge


and down the valley through the crying trees
the body of the darker storm flies; brings
with its new air the breath of sunken seas
and slender tenuous thunder . . .

but i wait . . .
wait for the mists and for the blacker rain--
heavier winds that stir the veil of fate . . .


the images are from the leading edge of a storm that passed through here a few days ago.
the words are excerpted from "a poem amory sent to eleanor and which he called "summer storm""
f. scott fitzgerald
posted by steven at 12:07 AM

14 comments:

Ruth said...

Steven, what images these are, paired with that slender tenuous thunder, as beautiful and dark as the ocean, as distant and close as all of life.

June 15, 2011 at 5:07 AM
R. Burnett Baker said...

Great post! I heard about that storm from a friend in Toronto and thought it might be passing through Rochester way. But we got very little.

This poem, "Summer Storm" is an excellent compliment to your photos. Does anyone write like Fitzgerald in this day and age? If only....

Rick

June 15, 2011 at 8:28 AM
Reya Mellicker said...

Wow, those clouds! Wow. WOW.

The veil of fate is pulled back today, definitely!

June 15, 2011 at 8:29 AM
ellen abbott said...

It never fails to amaze me how sharp and distinct the edges of storms are.

June 15, 2011 at 8:43 AM
aguja said...

The combination of words and photographs is magnetic.

June 15, 2011 at 10:52 AM
The Weaver of Grass said...

Some storm by the looks of things steven.

June 15, 2011 at 11:09 AM
hope said...

Cool photo! I have a similar one where on the bottom all is sunshine and light but the cloud on top looks ominous!

LOVE the new header! Daisies are my favorite.

June 15, 2011 at 6:32 PM
steven said...

ruth i'm drawn to storms despite the apparent danger. the air is filled with the crackling intensity and i shiver all over as the front passes over. fitzgerald's words were such a gift on top of the images. steven

June 15, 2011 at 7:33 PM
steven said...

rick - i first read fitzgerald as a high school student. i loved his writing then and even now he sings to me. the storm was a good one. i love storms that don't hurt people. this one hurt a person. destroyed a lot of trees and was filled with hot and icy energy. steven

June 15, 2011 at 7:34 PM
steven said...

reya - those clouds were filling. i couldn't tear myself away, even when i saw stuff start flying away. i would really love to see what it's like inside those clouds. steven

June 15, 2011 at 7:36 PM
steven said...

ellen - this was a clean sharp white line. the first image is true to that observation. cold air blasted in, the sky boiled, the ground was torn up. steven

June 15, 2011 at 7:37 PM
steven said...

aguja - magnetic electric!!! steven

June 15, 2011 at 7:37 PM
steven said...

weaver it was a beauty. i have more images but these ones told the story. steven

June 15, 2011 at 7:38 PM
steven said...

hope, the daisies are on a plant that arrived unbidden. it's as welcome as those i chose. on the day i photographed these two. it was raining and when i saw them i thought of a relationship. one in front providing the "front" and one holding back, holding "the back". that's what i know. steven

June 15, 2011 at 7:39 PM

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