With native grass
we cling like clouds of steam
to hillsides after a rain.
I know for a while again
the health of self forgetfulness,
– Wendell Berry (“Sabbaths 2000, V”)
Call it ‘eye’, if you will,
that desperate search for notches
and niches apart from the self
that beckon, and sometimes beg—
but often ambush us with awe
to behold, to become so small
that we forget what we have created
within this heavy flesh just
to consume and survive our appetites
for a short time. Only the desperate
have it, the lucky ones looking
beyond man’s crude creations
our children must learn to live with.
I die a little each time I’m overtaken
to let the mind go at these thresholds
and somehow think that I can
preserve and frame the moment
in a photograph or poem.
for Wendell Berry
Weekly Photo Challenge- Perspective
Sometimes the devil’s in the details. One more red sky morning, March 10, 2014.
Weekly Photo Challenge- Perspective
My eye was continually drawn to the broken clouds in the saddle, but framed alone, it didn’t evoke the same feeling for me.
From start to finish, the red sky lasted about 10 minutes.
By changing my own perspective on the ground, I finally put the top of an oak tree in the saddle. But despite yesterday morning’s red sky, chance of precipitation is 0%.
Weekly Photo Challenge- Perspective
I was trying to be conscious of perspective while framing yesterday morning’s red sky photos, here aware of the different feeling each evoked and still capture the quickly changing light and color.