Sun
the first sun
was the white eye of a grey day
the second sun
was blood on the road
thirds don't come
when you call your cadence
just leave the last sun
under the road's long sigh
boom of angel
eye presence in the lowered sky
continuous exaltation
where nothing is but what burns
long fall towards
ends neither remorse nor winnow
the final sun
was the red eye of departure
Labels: nature, photography, poem
posted by Art Durkee at 3:57 PM
2 Comments:
You combine such powerful words with your photos here. These are stunning photos that you only enhance by the layering you offer through your poetry. Day and night, nightfall and day break, all those glorious hellos and goodbyes.
Thanks!
It's all about the cycles and circles of time, yeah.
My favorite photos here are the first two or three. (Although I also like the ones with the road a lot.) A very unusual situation, to be able to photograph the sun in that kind of daylight. People might think it was the moon, which is a poetic/photographic ambiguity I like.
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