Walk the rails under a high blue sky. Find the sag in the leaning fence, and step--carefully--over rusted wire. Follow a peninsula of blond grasses through a lake of loam, and come, at last, to the timber's edge where gray branches trace the sky and rose hips curl near purple canes.
Elena, I just realized, you're going to be bewildered by the comment ID I'm writing under, this is Tom, I'm on my mom's computer! And I just realized after having commented on about 12 of your older posts! So for every instance of "Lulu" substitute "Tom"!
This photograph is as lovely as the most beautiful music, and the title you've chosen seems apt -- even before we notice the wires running across like a musical staff!
Elena, I just realized, you're going to be bewildered by the comment ID I'm writing under, this is Tom, I'm on my mom's computer! And I just realized after having commented on about 12 of your older posts! So for every instance of "Lulu" substitute "Tom"!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photograph, by the by.
Hah, that's funny! I was wondering who this new reader was who seemed to know me already.
DeleteSigned in as myself now!
ReplyDeleteThis photograph is as lovely as the most beautiful music, and the title you've chosen seems apt -- even before we notice the wires running across like a musical staff!
Thank you! I really liked how the wires turned out, and peonies are such dramatic blossoms--even at the bud stage.
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