You stand on another peak, illuminated
in the bracken pointing
your 35mm camera
the wind it brushes your hair wildly
everything else fades
into the distance.
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A melting pot of paint, poetry and philosophy
What a subtle succinct picture-perfect image you paint here with your words. Everything else fades f…a..r… into the distance…. have a good weekend!
The poem is a contemplation, perceiving the unfettered mind as a lens … we may see an innate radiance of the “object” without thought or processing.
A moment in time captured perfectly. Now there’s living in the moment. The creating of it, the capturing of it, the writing of it and the reading of that moment.
I’m inclined to wonder if the best photos take themselves, if you see what I mean. They just happen…
Yes . .. Perhaps they do