As I lay in the new-fallen snow, I gaze through the lens in awe of the fiery sky as it weeps tears of snow upon the ground. It is difficult to remove oneself from such a beautiful and mysterious scene but it belongs to me now, captured to be remembered forever. It is my joy when cold winter comes and greets me with such wonder of eye and lens of fire in the winter heavens. I am in raptures!
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They whisper. . .
“Stars. We Star-hosts numerous, innumerous, Throng space with energy untumultuous, And work His Will Whose eye beholdeth us.
Galaxies and Nebulæ. No thing is far or near; and therefore we Float neither far nor near; but where we be Weave dances round the Throne perpetually.
Comets and Meteors. Our lights dart here and there, whirl to and fro, We flash and vanish, we die down and glow; All doing His Will Who bids us do it so.
Fire. My power and strength are His Who fashioned me, Ordained me image of His Jealousy, Forged me His weapon fierce exceedingly.
Snow. My whiteness shadoweth Him Who is most fair, All spotless: yea, my whiteness which I wear Exalts His Purity beyond compare.”
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
~ ~ ~ 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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