More than gold and jewels,
hillsides dressed with hair
reaching for the sky.
More than the wealth of green
slopes, tall feed cured dry
and banked. We are rich
with rain, clear into September—
blinded by this moment spilt
upon the ground in bloom.
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Gorgeous, isn’t it?
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Everywhere you look, something is thriving, making bloom and seed. Quite amazing, the resilience of this ground after four dry and dusty years. How nice to know, to see it all happening before our eyes.
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Agree! 💐
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What a wonderful example of Ansel Adams’ photographic message! The clarity of light and shadow, the amazing definition of form, seeing and understanding the beauty that lies within the ordinary behind and beyond the clutter of color.
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Thank you so much, Louise, for putting into words so well, reinforcing what I discovered this morning with this photograph. Never too old to learn, to see the dark and light, the grace of shapes that draw us to certain places. That Ansel, he had an eye!
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