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.
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I am mesmerized by the beauty of watercolors in nature and art. How can we not be awestruck by the glorious shades of an evening sunset or morning sunrise? They are the beauty in nature which encapsulates a feast of the eyes, a letter written on our hearts and the place we find beauty and respite from the cares of life. It is no wonder then that so much of our literature includes them. As photographers, we MUST capture them at every opportunity in every place in our world. For us, a return to the Marshes of Amelia Island, Florida and South Carolina give us photography enough art for a lifetime. They are in our estimation the joy in photography and art.
“How beautiful and perfect is this couple together! Earth is kissed with snow and the sunset beams its approval in stunning colors of the rainbow in electronic hues! Climbing a mountain, withstanding freezing and windy temps make it all worthwhile when the delight of our eyes is such a sight! The tree lifts itself to the heavens for more snow kisses and glory to quench its thirst with promises of days to come of its natural beauty in leaf. If I could, I would put a swing there and swing until spring arrives.”_jacyjoypals