Tuesday, May 01, 2007

the setting sun







Oh what grandeur! The brilliant orange and purple spread across the sky! Silently you descend exuding warmth and gentleness signalling rest and quiet...silhouettes etched on the horizon!

7 comments:

twilite said...

NB: while manipulating the text, I lost the other photo!

Joy Des Jardins said...

This photo is gorgeous twilite. I can only imagine what the other one was like. I loved what you wrote with it.

Mother of Invention said...

I hate when that happens..you have to upload it again and it's always different when it publishes. This is so funny...today I posted sunrises! And we're at the opposite sides of the earth!

twilite said...

Joy: Thank you.

MOI: Thanks...I tried to edit but I was not successful! I'm not good at such! I still have a problem in putting calendar or other items on my sidebar.

Annelisa said...

Oh, that's lovely Twilite - And the shapes of the roof tops with the lights on! This is a lovely picture! More of these, please!!

By the way, that 'disappearing picture thing has happened to me before. If this happens again, before doing anything else, go up to the 'edit' in the explorer bar (or firefox or whatever you're using) and try clicking on the 'undo' in the scroll-down list. This has worked for me a couple of times when I mistakenly 'deleted' by backspacing too far. A couple of times it didn't, but it's worth a try!

twilite said...

Annelisa: Thanks for the tip. Shall I try this. I was flabbergasted when I lost that. I tried that again, and I lost it again after I put up the text. (sigh) can't win huh?

Poetry said...

12 JUne 2007


A silver sky

ripe for the mirror.

you can not see yourself in this mirror

you can only see others

moreover, you can only see what others choose to expose.

Their houses, their boats, their sea-doos.




Birds skimming low over the water could

like as not

see them selves if they were to look down

as they skim low over the water

but they never do.

Rather they allow their reflections to chase them

quick and sharp over the still, glistening waters

while the bird's mind remains ever fixed on

food, or other birds, or escaping those damn noisy humans.










A dense forest impenetrable as a gaze.