Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Evocative as canvas recreation,
Sweep as only nature’s brush can etch,
Hued in earthen shadings and striations,
Textured granules fine and soft impressed.
Balmy San Juan waters; flowing, ebbing,
Returning and returning yet again
to sweetly leave a kiss upon the shore,
Rhythmic yin and yang, yet never end.
No gaily flowering blooms need I to listen,
Though I am gladdened by the signs of spring,
I hear the wavelets at my feet, they beckon:
“Come and follow me” (they’re whispering) !
Photo 101: Day Nineteen: Double & Rotation
“Today’s Tip: Sometimes, you might wish an image were oriented differently — maybe you want a vertically-focused image to be horizontal…”
I particularly lovve your first stanza
“Evocative as canvas recreation
Sweep as only nature’s brush can etch.
Hued in earthen shading and striations
Textured granuled fine and soft impressed.’
Perfection. i would stop right there. Matches the image perfectly.
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Thanks, Ginny. It’s my favorite, as well.
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