The moon-rise is caught in the clutch of trees before it floats free, clears the roof tops and sails into the darkening sky.
I have trouble photographing the moon with my camera. It's likely operator error and not the instrument, but I keep trying.
Saturday, January 3, 2015
Moon-rise
The moon-rise is caught in the clutch of trees before it floats free, clears the roof tops and sails into the darkening sky.
I have trouble photographing the moon with my camera. It's likely operator error and not the instrument, but I keep trying.
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Carol,
The images of the moon behind the trees in your blog post called to mind an image from a poem that I have always loved.
The poem is Ars Poetica. It was written by Archibald MacLeish. You may already be familiar with the piece. If you are not, I strongly recommend it. I think it would speak to you.
Fred K
this is gorgeous, both the photo and the intro!
Hello Fred. Thank you for your comment. I know and love the poem Ars Poetica, and though it is usually the end I remember and quote to myself, the middle certainly resonates with my feelings and perceptions of moon-rise.
"A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs,
Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,
Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,
Memory by memory the mind—
A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs."
Thank you for reminding me of this lovely piece of poetry about poetry.
Thank you Janet. I appreciate your words.
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