When we make photographs just for ourselves we have this precious small set of images that I consider revelatory. They reveal who you are as a Photographer. This is one of mine, maybe the top one. I heard the land's poetry this day.
This image is a reissue. Lately I have been printing large and I am finding some of my HDR work does not stand up well to printing large. For this image and many others I am using only one of my bracketed images and not doing HDR. This one just went off to the printer and will hang soon.
a grey haunting sonnet
just one, lone stank stained coffee mug,
grounds 'nd a taste of cold bottom brew,
plus the burn of crap whiskey
...winter is lonely
the wind makes a different sound in january,
shrill whippings through naked branches,
cooling a barren granite stone river bed
...a grey haunting sonnet
pebbles and shells strewn into a chilly message,
"hope is eternal for those who believe",
and for those who do not?
...there is no...