Sunday, March 25, 2007

soft like whispers


Is the sun yellow because of the flower or vice versa.


In thousands of words like tiny whispers the creek tries to speak through a fine mist spray upon the face.


Caught in motion sunlight takes a step into a busy street scene.


Lost in the complexity of patterns following universal laws a single leaf once isolated becomes a subject of attention.


the well

tree stump cavity
contains dream pool access to
inspiration well

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Each of these shots possess a simple perfection of light, shade, and color.

~ James

6:37 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

the well
is the cauldron
holding the cast spells
of wynter

1:26 AM  
Blogger dave said...

thanks James
that is an inspiration indeed!

ahh Dez
very cool poem

7:44 AM  

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