I didn't know how worried I was, or even that I was worried at all about the space shuttle until I heard that it had landed safely. I felt this exhalation of air and my whole body relaxed.
I wrote this for you Anna, while looking at the photo. It won't post in correct form, but I hope you can still enjoy it.
"My sweet Saint" (Anna's corner of the world)
By dense ivy that does not shimmy, but curls the branchless tree And the lush filled canopy, green with leaves And the sky that does peek through, evermore deep cerulean blue And by the beaten path, to the door no more To the shack where I lay my head, not in dread Where memories weather, fair this day, Behind planks that are touched by olden gray, Harboring minuscule secrets that long to say, we live. And they do, in my eyes that revel in this time. In a corner of the world that seems sublime. Not marsh, but dry, lush vegetation, particular, to this place And it draws me fanciful, where I long to touch upon more, To the secrets deep within summer foliage, and those trees, whose bark speaks, scarred by etched names, tempered by rain and years Though, one remains, “My Sweet Saint.”
Donna, that is beautiful. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Yes, I took that photo, standing on my back deck. Our neighbors have left their property to ruin, rented the main house Section 8, and that little guest house is abandoned.
I posted to you on the NS board, as well as someone else did, but I guess you didn't see it. It tickles me you liked it. I am so appreciative of your comments.
You should take up art photography as a profession. Learn all the mechanics because you already have the eye.
5 Comments:
now that is an awesome picture!!!
:-)
Anna,
This is an awesome photo. I am in love with it. I feel compelled to write and try to capture its mystery. Did you take it?
Hugs,
Donna
I wrote this for you Anna, while looking at the photo. It won't post in correct form, but I hope you can still enjoy it.
"My sweet Saint"
(Anna's corner of the world)
By dense ivy that does not shimmy, but curls the branchless tree
And the lush filled canopy, green with leaves
And the sky that does peek through, evermore deep cerulean blue
And by the beaten path, to the door no more
To the shack where I lay my head, not in dread
Where memories weather, fair this day,
Behind planks that are touched by olden gray,
Harboring minuscule secrets that long to say, we live.
And they do, in my eyes that revel in this time.
In a corner of the world that seems sublime.
Not marsh, but dry, lush vegetation, particular, to this place
And it draws me fanciful, where I long to touch upon more,
To the secrets deep within summer foliage, and those trees,
whose bark speaks, scarred by etched names, tempered by rain and years
Though, one remains, “My Sweet Saint.”
Love,
Donna
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Wow.
Donna, that is beautiful. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Yes, I took that photo, standing on my back deck. Our neighbors have left their property to ruin, rented the main house Section 8, and that little guest house is abandoned.
I posted to you on the NS board, as well as someone else did, but I guess you didn't see it.
It tickles me you liked it. I am so appreciative of your comments.
You should take up art photography as a profession. Learn all the mechanics because you already have the eye.
Hugs,
Donna
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