Harvest Moon

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The flame-red moon, the harvest moon,
Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing,
A vast balloon,
Till it takes off, and sinks upward
To lie on the bottom of the sky, like a gold doubloon.
The harvest moon has come,
Booming softly through heaven, like a bassoon.
And the earth replies all night, like a deep drum.

So people can’t sleep,
So they go out where elms and oak trees keep
A kneeling vigil, in a religious hush.
The harvest moon has come!

And all the moonlit cows and all the sheep
Stare up at her petrified, while she swells
Filling heaven, as if red hot, and sailing
Closer and closer like the end of the world.

Till the gold fields of stiff wheat
Cry `We are ripe, reap us!’ and the rivers
Sweat from the melting hills.
_Ted Hughes
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Photography: “Harvest Moon, Art on Canvas,
Copyright, JayJacy Photography ©2017

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Golden Days of Autumn Beauty

Autumn, one of nature’s most beautiful times for photographers to capture beautiful light, color and subjects.  We are off to photograph the “leaves and foliage of Autumn” in the mountains, at the lakes and in the forests from East to West, North to South for our new series “Autumn on Canvas”!

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Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain,
With banners, by great gales incessant fanned,
Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand,
And stately oxen harnessed to thy wain!
Thou standest, like imperial Charlemagne,
Upon thy bridge of gold; thy royal hand
Outstretched with benedictions o’er the land,
Blessing the farms through all thy vast domain!
Thy shield is the red harvest moon, suspended
So long beneath the heaven’s o’er-hanging eaves;
Thy steps are by the farmer’s prayers attended;
Like flames upon an altar shine the sheaves;
And, following thee, in thy ovation splendid,
Thine almoner, the wind, scatters the golden leaves!
_Autumn, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Photography: “Golden Days of Autumn Beauty, Art on Canvas,
Copyright, JayJacy Photography ©2017

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My Thunder Shower

How beautiful the skies of my thunder shower light up the colors of the skies and sound of power that enlarge the eyes and spirit!  We are spellbound by them!


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“THE LIGHTNING flashed, and lifted

The lids of heaven apart,
The fiery thunder rolled you
All night long through my heart.

From dreams of you at dawn
I rose to the window ledge:
The storm had passed away,
The lake lapped on the sedge.

The lyre of heaven trembled
Still with the thought of you,
The twilight on the waters,
And all my spirit, too.”
_ John Hall Wheelock
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Photography: “My Thunder Shower, Art on Canvas,
Copyright, JayJacy Photography ©2017

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