Flourishing vine, whose kindling clusters glow
Beneath the autumnal sun, none taste of thee:
For thou dost shroud a ruin, and below
The rotting bones of dead antiquity.
“Why, Jon, why?” his mother asked. “Why is it so hard to be like the rest of the flock, Jon? Why can’t you leave low flying to the pelicans, the albatross? Why don’t you eat? Jon, you’re bone and feathers!”
“I don’t mind being bone and feathers, Mum. I just want to know what I can do in the air and what I can’t, that’s all. I just want to know.”
This is one of my images from the eclipse. Lisa and I traveled to Cadiz, Kentucky. I found a trailer that was in the woods and on a bit more than an acre of land. My friend, the Norse, came up and met us there. It was my full intention to get all of the most magnificent images that I could. That is why I chose a place with low light pollution and right in the center of the eclipse path.
But when it happened, I only got a few shots off. Because it was glorious. Truly glorious.
Giraffe and Tree
Lisa Ware, on assignment for RiverHouse Photography of Caughdenoy
© RiverHouse Group of Caughdenoy, new YorK, LLC
“Age has no reality except in the physical world. The essence of a human being is resistant to the passage of time. Our inner lives are eternal, which is to say that our spirits remain as youthful and vigorous as when we were in full bloom. Think of love as a state of grace, not the means to anything, but the alpha and omega. An end in itself.”
― Gabriel García Márquez,
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