Images of New England
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There was so much red careening around this image (as originally taken) that I finally opted to go old school and take it back to a Polaroid look in the digital darkroom. I suspect I’ll be working on this one again though – the composition pleases and it does offer a glimpse of the farming spirit.
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A haiku hides here
which tonight my plodding mind
cannot seem to find.
for Basho and Issa
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I see this meadow in the winter moonlight, and I am skiing along the tree line. Every now and again, I stop, and listen to the night. It’s an exquisite stillness, broken only by occasional sounds: a breeze shifting some branches, the hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo of a Great Horned Owl, something scurrying along in the night (maybe a porcupine?). I hear my breath, slowing.
I hope someone has really been out there, and written a poem about it.
(Believe it or not, this photograph is in color)
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