Friday, September 12, 2008

harmony song


They feel the sun fading as they grasp in desperation for any bit of nourishment.


I'm not sure what's up with these wingless bees that end up lost in the flowers.


Dew, not rain, means the end for the flowers for another season.


I looked up from the photo I was taking and our eyes met and frozen in the moment a camera acted on instinct.


isolated by frame
light as space without shadow
stares back a face


power lines draw attention
to motion through layers
divided by shadow


as far as opposing forces go, it matters not whether the lines are straight or round, it's all about placement of brick like breath or action to provide the most harmonious balance within whatever designated metaphorical frame is available

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