"Brother, my cup is empty And I haven't got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home..."
outdoors
Sun rises in fog Sleepy morning waking up Light dance on treetops
Color range on tree leaves in Autumn is like nature's swag. These are "Swag Times".
Fleeting
Autumn's a funny season. It's always remembered for the changing colors of natures garments. But that is, in reality only a short part of Autumn. This week, the first week of November, about one week after this photo was taken, the leaves are almost 100% down (gone, kaput). Autumn starts in September when leaves are still green and by the second week of October the change in leaf color escalates and you blink and it's over. The rest of Autumn (the majority) is marked by dark skies, rainy (or snowy) weather and bare trees. I suppose that's what make Autumn colors so special - the brevity. It's temporary status. Trying to hold on to it is like trying to hold water in your hand. It slips away of it's own accord, in it's own time and is gone. Kinda like life.
you're looking for an answer stuck inside the comfort of your mind your ground is slowly freezing even by a furnace breaking into sounds these days it's never easy problems come and go they're aching all the time searching for a way to compromise you say you're sorry , but you failed to recognize there never was a need to apologize if you try to get by then with time they will understand old paths are slowly fading for the strength that has been building up inside we've spent a lifetime learning each broken purpose rebuilt to former heights always trying to find the perfect line you say you're sorry, but you failed to recognize there never was a need to apologize you say it once more , but never realized there never was a need to get it right if you try to get by, then with time they will understand if you try, if you try, in the end they might comprehend all is well in the end all is well all is well in the end all is well
has it been over two months already?
aphorism 3
aphorism 1
What’s all this crop?
In my photography I've started thinking about "how I can make things look longer or taller." I think the right crop might be the answer. The two photos today are examples of my pursuit of this idea. I've always loved vertical landscapes which comes from my interest in vertical Japanese woodblock prints like the ones by Utagawa Hiroshige. I think the particular crop in these two photos, which is a vertical 16X9, creates this effect nicely. It makes the main subject of tall trees look even taller in my mind. It "heightens" their already magnanimous stature. I also used various textures and effects. What I find really funny is that the main tree in the photo on the left is significantly smaller that the tall tree in the photo on the right. It's more of an overgrown shrub, actually, that is about 12 ft tall compared to the large tree on the right which must be about 50 ft tall. But again, I think the crop really goes a long way to lengthen this tree. Hope you enjoy. What do you think? Is the crop pleasing to your eye? Or is it just too much?
THREE AUGHT https://youtu.be/jPOaicwzq4A from the very first album that I bought by Tom Waits.
https://youtu.be/sL9ZwmkooBA
A few licks of this photo will slough off any "hair of the dog" that's accumulated on your tongue. So go ahead, give me some tongue. LOL https://youtu.be/UVfJo07pNIc
https://youtu.be/Zjyqg97lj3w
Drift or drifting is often referred to in unappealing terms. But drift can be a force of nature, like when lava from a volcano is drifting down it's sides carrying chunks of rock that drift along in the molten lava. For me this image captures that slow drifting movement. https://youtu.be/cEU-dXsnNF0
My plea to the world.
Check out the link for Brian May (of Queen) classic solo track BACK TO THE LIGHT. The lyrics are really powerful - especially for the times we are living in. https://youtu.be/Zvmp8YhEgQk Far, far from the light Hear the night creatures call With a cold breath they howl All the hollow hours They're calling you I'll be there No matter what your going through In the dark I care I'm holding on, I'm hoping on It's still the same old me inside Back to the light Back to the streets that are paved with gold Back to the light, yeah Back to the land where the sunshine heals my soul Deep, deep in the night When the world fills with tears And the wind blows Colder and colder it grows And the fire dims with the same old fears I'll be there Though maybe you don't hear me, babe I still care No matter when and I still be there When you make it to the other side And I'm going back Back to the light Back to the streets that are paved with gold Back to the light Goin' back to the land Where the sunshine heals my soul On and on, searching for a clearer view Winning and losing an inner war Wonder what we do it for Though the road seems never ending Hold on to the hope I'm sending through Yeah No, no matter what your going through In the dark I care I'm holding on, believe it We'll be walking in the light 'Cause they'll be no place left to hide Back to the light Back to the streets that are paved with gold Back to the light Oh, I'm goin' back to land Where the sunshine heals my soul, hear me babe Yeah, yeah, yeah Back to the light Back to the light Back to the light Back to the light, yeah, yeah Babe, come with me Back to the light Yeah
... on being and becoming ... 