Friday, August 22, 2008

The Badlands, South Dakota



a long way below
this window between tall spires,
nothing moves



cottonwoods dancing
in the river bosque brush
and cool the air



endless prairie wind
bends over the long grasses,
whispers in my ear



bighorn sheep graze
while tourists stop and stare:
wild nature stares back



travelers lost
in vast canyons and ridges—
listen to the wind





traveler's rest:
sunlight fingers its way
into the tipi

Labels: ,

3 Comments:

Blogger Dave King said...

Wonderful images ad the words spot-on - and so cool (in the uncool meaning of the word) and refrshing to see black and white photographs. Superb.

8:27 AM  
Blogger Jim Murdoch said...

Agreed, maybe it's an age thing, but I always regard black and white photography as 'real' photography.

10:25 AM  
Blogger Art Durkee said...

Ha, very good. I'm halfway through writing a post about Edward Weston, the photographer most responsible for making (black and white) photography into a respected artform. I've been reading the catalog book of his last photographic work, before he had to stop because of Parkinson's, and it's all color work. He changed his mind! It's a wonderful book.

Thanks for the comments. I'm not experimenting with B&W conversions of my digital color images. I'm quoting WEston on why I'm doing so, too.

10:36 PM  

Post a Comment

Links to this post:

Create a Link

<< Home