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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Photographing Great Falls

We are on photography tour of our favorite places in Washington, DC and Virginia. The beautiful Great Falls in McLean, Virginia (DC area) is always a wonderful place to visit and photograph especially in summer. It provides beautiful landscapes during any season, stunning color and wonderful for art on canvas, metal and prints. This image processed in HDR is from our last photoshoot and we return this July for another photoshoot to capture its beauty again from other vantage points. If in DC or VA be sure to add Great Falls to your “must photograph” itinerary. _Jacyjoypals

Visit Great Falls here.

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Photography: Art on Canvas, Copyright, JayJacy Photography ©2018 All Rights Reserved
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Winter in Black and White

How lovely is photography in black and white that enhances the beauty of nature.  Trees speak of their age, beauty and individuality in this media.  Whether through film, digital, or infrared, HDR processing or art, it is much desired and loved and becomes a favorite in our galleries.  This coming Spring JayJacy Photography, HDRChic and RealArtPhotography will photograph the Virginia Arboretum at Blandy Farm and other historical gardens of Virginia in Black and White Media for our Historical Gardens Art on Canvas Project.

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Winter in the Boulevard

THE FROST has settled down upon the trees
And ruthlessly strangled off the fantasies
Of leaves that have gone unnoticed, swept like old
Romantic stories now no more to be told.

The trees down the boulevard stand naked in thought,
Their abundant summery wordage silenced, caught
In the grim undertow; naked the trees confront
Implacable winter’s long, cross-questioning brunt.

Has some hand balanced more leaves in the depths of the twigs?
Some dim little efforts placed in the threads of the birch?—
It is only the sparrows, like dead black leaves on the sprigs,
Sitting huddled against the cerulean, one flesh with their perch.

The clear, cold sky coldly bethinks itself.
Like vivid thought the air spins bright, and all
Trees, birds, and earth, arrested in the after-thought
Awaiting the sentence out from the welkin brought.*
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*D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930)