A Bloody Sun for All 4 Replies Let me demonstrate how poetry is an indigenous form of thought. Land… Land’s river … Land’s liver … Sky’s blood… Sun. You can only speak this language if you are at home on Earth. Chances are you do, and are. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
so beautiful and so inspirational… Loved them all but especially the second one with the colours fascinating. Thank you, Have a nice day and weekend, Love, nia
As the weeks went on I learned to follow the light rather than the stone.
Dawn and dusk all day, and the light changing as fast as wind: what a ride!
“As the weeks went on I learned to follow the light rather than the stone.”
This is great explanation, for a photographer light is the guide… Fascinates me. From my kitchen window I watch the sea, islands and hills and sky… so fast change… I am indoor photographer 🙂 not like you. But the real photographer should be in outside and wild… You are welcome and Thank you, have a nice weekend, Love, nia
Have a great time chasing the light, too.