Fog Horns
The loneliest days,
damp and indistinct,
sea and land a haze.
And purple fog horns
blossomed over tides—
bruises being born
in silence, so slow,
so out there, around,
above and below.
In such hurts of sound
the known world became
neither flat nor round.
The steaming tea pot
was all we fathomed
of is and is not .
The hours were hallways
with doors at the ends
opened into days
fading into night
and the scattering
particles of light.
Nothing was done then.
Nothing was ever
done. Then it was done.
This is absolutely gorgeous. I love it.
wow. beautiful shot. this is like something you would see on a postcard. 🙂
Beautifully observed, Eddie. Perfection of light and silhouettes against those amazing clouds, like cotton wool dancing across the sky.
Absolutely gorgeous
Love the clouds and the spacious feeling. A truly beautiful shot :o))) (and, peaceful)
Great landscape. And the clouds are beautiful. I like it.
nice shot!
This is one from the most beautiful images doubtless!
Oh…my….god…
If there is such a thing as heaven, this is it for me. If I were the last human alive, but I could live “with” this…I would still be ecstatically joyous….and profoundly peaceful. I might be alone but I would NEVER be lonely. How can we have wars, eddie, when this exists?
I always wondered what the “riverspirit” meant, but then when you said you lived on a houseboat, I understood. I LOVE the water; it is the one thing I miss in New Mexico. I grew up on the water and have always had canoes but sold them while traveling. I hope to soon get a kayak and run it down miles of the Rio Grande, through the rapids and gently across the glassy calms. It is not soon enough for me.
Beautiful, serene, and disturbingly poetic.
Your work is quite remarkable, I have yet to visit the northwest but have some work scheduled there after the first of the year. Can you share more info on the site of this picture? It is beautiful. Thanks for the view… Peace — jb
I am speechless…. Wow!