Sunset on Walker’s Landing


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Between Dawn and Sunrise

Were silver pink, and had a soul,
Which soul were shy, which shyness might
A visible influence be, and roll
Through heaven and earth — ’twere thou, O light!

O rhapsody of the wraith of red,
O blush but yet in prophecy,
O sun-hint that hath overspread
Sky, marsh, my soul, and yonder sail.
-Sidney Lanier
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What is more beautiful than a gorgeous sunrise-sunset and its reflective colors and reflective lights on the waterfront?  I know of none with the exception of the glorious colors of our universe in space.  Whether photographing oceans, rivers, lakes or waterways they are and will always be a favorite for nature-landscape photographers.  Capture them wherever you are, create beautiful art and glory in them and share in their beauty!

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Photography: Art on Canvas, Copyright, JayJacy Photography, ClassyHDRChic Photography ©2018 All Rights Reserved, No Reblogs Please. Thank you

 

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Another Beautiful Sunset

Beautiful sunsets deserve a second showing.  As we ready for the beautiful sunrise and sunsets in the Shenandoah Valley we are inspired by the simplicity of photography subjects that can be a forefront to our amazing sunrise-sunsets here in the Valley.  They always inspire poetic verse!

“The first stab of love is like a sunset,
a blaze of color — oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples…”
― Anna Godbersen, The Luxe

Blue Lake Sunrise


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THE sylvan slopes with corn-clad fields
Are hung, as if with golden shields,
Bright trophies of the sun!
Like a fair sister of the sky,
Unruffled doth the blue lake lie,
The mountains looking on.

And, sooth to say, yon vocal grove,
Albeit uninspired by love,
By love untaught to ring,
May well afford to mortal ear
An impulse more profoundly dear
Than music of the Spring.

For ‘that’ from turbulence and heat
Proceeds, from some uneasy seat
In nature’s struggling frame,
Some region of impatient life:
And jealousy, and quivering strife,
Therein a portion claim.

This, this is holy;–while I hear
These vespers of another year,
This hymn of thanks and praise,
My spirit seems to mount above
The anxieties of human love,
And earth’s precarious days.

But list!–though winter storms be nigh,
Unchecked is that soft harmony:
There lives Who can provide
For all his creatures; and in Him,
Even like the radiant Seraphim,
These choristers confide.
_WilliamWordsworth
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Photography: Art on Canvas, Copyright, JayJacy Photography ©2018 All Rights Reserved
No Reblogs Please. Thank you