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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Copyright, JayJacy Photography ©2017

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Poetry In Motion

Our Art on Canvas Equine Photography series continue with another from our “snow and winter” series.  They are beautiful, elegant and truly “poetry in motion.”

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WHEN calm is the night, and the stars shine bright,
The sleigh glides smooth and cheerily;
And mirth and jest abound,
While all is still around,
Save the horses’ trampling sound,
And the horse-bells tinkling merrily.

But when the drifting snow in the traveller’s face shall blow,
And hail is driving drearily,
And the wind is shrill and loud,
Then no sleigh shall stir abroad,
Nor along the beaten road
Shall the horse-bells tinkle merrily.

But to-night the skies are clear, and we have not to fear
That the time should linger wearily;
For good-humor has a charm
Even winter to disarm,
And our cloaks shall wrap us warm,
And the bells shall tinkle merrily.
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“Sleighing Song” by John Shaw

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The Burning Sun of Dawn’s Awake

Love captured in the glorious beauty of the sun as it burns bright in its sunrise and sunset and illuminates the skies in artistic hues to take one’s breath away.

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The Dawn’s Awake!

THE DAWN’S awake!
A flash of smoldering flame and fire
Ignites the East. Then, higher, higher,
O’er all the sky so gray, forlorn,
The torch of gold is borne.

The Dawn’s awake!
The dawn of a thousand dreams and thrills.
And music singing in the hills
A pæan of eternal spring
Voices the new awakening.

The Dawn’s awake!
Whispers of pent-up harmonies,
With the mingled fragrance of the trees;
Faint snatches of half-forgotten song—
Fathers! torn and numb,—
The boon of light we craved, awaited long,
Has come, has come!*

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*Otto Leland Bohanan

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