Monday, April 18, 2005

goddess of poetry



A day of rain followed by early morning sunshine lights up the snow covered back of the elephant and reminds those below of winter still up high, though spring seems to be everywhere low to the ground.



Waiting for Jenn and Robin to arrive I sit in the sunshine and watch the fluff ball of a cat circle around me. Ever wary of pain it cowers within reach as if a striking hand is what it always expects. Curiousity didn't kill this cat but it helped record the inquisitive face.



Aligned with the magnetic field surrounding the earth the shadow is expected to fall on the dial where the hour is kept. Hardly more accurate than looking in the sky although that takes some familiarity with the season and the effects of daylight saving time.



Without the precision of down the lens perspective, aligning lines is merely a guess but the colour still shines behind the lines perfectly set up or not.



Behind the close up view, she hovers like an angel descended with holy halo light beaming from her aura, the goddess of poetry lurks in the background, unsure of today's disguise.

2 Comments:

Blogger Sir James Eric Watkins said...

this one is so fuckin' good.

10:00 PM  
Blogger dave said...

thanks dude, you rock!

6:53 AM  

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