Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Poesy

The late afternoon light that falls on the earth this time of year makes ordinary things appear magical. When I saw this glowing palm frond, I grabbed my camera. I kept thinking, there should be a poem to accompany this... it really needs a poem...

But the more I looked at it the more I realized that it was a poem. All by itself.

6 comments:

Bibi said...

This is indeed beautiful, and needs no words.

Judy Williams said...

A Mozart wig perhaps?

Margaret said...

Fantastic. It is definitely a poem.

Oleg K. said...

I know, I know. It IS poetry...

But why not anyway?

afternoon captures
the air between
the floating curls.

Anton said...

Mark Twain's mustache?

It's a gorgeous shot, Laurie.

Laurie said...

Hi everyone,

Oleg, Oleg, Oleg... thanks. I knew I could count on you!

And thanks too, everyone. Until next time.