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Wednesday, June 15, 2011
the leading edge
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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 . . .
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
"let the beauty we love be what we do" rumi
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14 comments:
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.
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
Wow, those clouds! Wow. WOW.
The veil of fate is pulled back today, definitely!
It never fails to amaze me how sharp and distinct the edges of storms are.
The combination of words and photographs is magnetic.
Some storm by the looks of things steven.
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.
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
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
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
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
aguja - magnetic electric!!! steven
weaver it was a beauty. i have more images but these ones told the story. steven
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
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