Dust.
A soft landing…
Who would have thunk
this white sand
might be a catchment
for a dream beyond
the boundaries.
Why do we live happily
within silly confines?
I do not know.
But look, look!
It is so!
…
Postscript: I recognize every Shakespearean scholar will piss on this post, my daring to say look, look, so offensive to their domain. But really: Look. Look!
The pic is gorgeous. The poem is lovely. Poopoo any haters.
Poopoo!
Stunning photo, as always, Richard. And I love the poem, too. Your wonderful images never cease to amaze me with your beauty. Are they recent photos, or are there some taken a while back? Not that it makes any difference, really. They’re all fantastic and draw me into the story behind them through your words. I can just visualise you driving through the country and stopping every few minutes to shoot something beautiful. As for the naysayers, just ignore them, or as Nicole says, poopoo them! 😊
Most of the images are taken the day they are shared. If needed, I reach back into the archive. Thanks for asking Ellie!
I agree with Ellie and Nicole. Do what feels right for you, there is a reason for the choices you make when you write … there are plenty who like/love what you do, who needs the negative voices
Thanks Brenda! Onwards!
Who’da thunk it indeed?