Autumn Fires – Lakes of Blue

 


Autumn Fires

IN the other gardens
And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!

Pleasant summer over
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The gray smoke towers.

Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!*
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*Stevenson, Robert Louis (1850–1894)

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Photography: Copyright, JayJacy Photography, ClassyHDR Photography ©2018 All Rights Reserved

 

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Fall Into Infrared Blues

 

Fall Into Infrared Blues

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My Autumn is filled with beautiful gardens, pastures, vineyards, vistas and nature in its glorious colors and my cameras want to digest them all for their season of life is short.  Light, color, and imagination are a wonderful combination for photography and especially in classic HDR with even the most simple subjects that create awesome art and photography works.  @jacyjoypals

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O Earth-and-Autumn of the Setting Sun,
She is not by, to know my task is done.
In the brown grasses slanting with the wind,
Lone as a lad whose dog’s no longer near,
Lone as a mother whose only child has sinned,
Lone on the loved hill … and below me here
The thistle-down in tremulous atmosphere
Along red clusters of the sumach streams;
The shrivelled stalks of golden-rod are sere,
And crisp and white their flashing old racemes.
(… forever … forever …. forever …)
This is the lonely season of the year,
This is the season of our lonely dreams…
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Photography: Art on Canvas, Copyright, JayJacy Photography, ClassyHDR Photography ©2018 All Rights Reserved

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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