Celestial white winter's light
Slippy, drippy
Stopped, ossified
Surfeit and superabundance
Fixated, roaring in static
Saturday, January 03, 2009
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- Bristlecone pines are thousands of years old, perched on cliffs in harsh, windy deserts. Gracefully declaring their permanent hold on the essentials, these pines stand witness to a multitude of natural experiences. I stand here like the bristlecone, clinging to the edge of the cliff, an old soul witnessing the seasons of the earth.
6 comments:
I love it. :) The pictures and the poem. How do you come up with these things? You're amazing... can I hire you to write my thesis for me? *sigh*
Thanks, Heidi, but I'll have to pass on the thesis! It was just such a gorgeous morning in my backyard today. Blue-blue January sky (like it had never heard of an inversion). Funny enough, I had no idea Phoebe was in the snowball bush. I was out taking pictures for five or ten minutes before spotting her in her determined wild animal lair.
what a lovely sight and the poem sets the mood
And Phoebe thinks it's a good idea to hang out in a bush/tree on a cold winter day? She's crazy.
slush, sly, slick, slope, soft, supple, and superior
I love the words but especially the pictures. What a great mini photo essay!
You should have entered the Lehi photo contest I just judged. There were'nt very many entries and you would probably have won an award and $100 with these. I especially like the last two, and most especiallier the last one.
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