Tuesday, August 18, 2026

SMOKE in the SKIES...

WHAT THE THUNDER SAID(excerpts) by T.S. ELIOT(1888-1965)

Here is no water but only rock

Rock and no water and the sandy road

The road winding above among the mountains

Which are mountains of rock without water

If there were water we should stop and drink

Amongst the rock on cannot stop or think

Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand

If there were only water amongst the rock

There is not even silence in the mountains

                       

But dry sterile thunder 

  

...without rain


And no rock...

if there were rock and also water.
And water a spring a pool among the rock
Not the cicada
and dry grass singing
but the sound of water 
over a rock...
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is NO water...
Photographs 2026

 

Thursday, August 13, 2026

AUGUST DAYS...

AUGUST by Jean Blewett (1862-1934) Canadian writer and poet. Her first novel was  "Out of the Depths" . She won 600$ in 1896 from the Chicago Times Herald for her poem "Spring"

God in his own right hand
doth take each day
Each sun-filled day
Each rare and radiant night,
And drop it softly....
On the earth
and say:
"Touch earth with Heaven's own beauty and delight..."
Earth to the 20th Century....
"You cannot take from out my heart the growing, The green sweet growing,
and vivid thrill. You should be old. 
Not glowing with youth and all youth's strength and beauty still"

                          - Jean Blewett

Photographs 2026

 

Thursday, August 6, 2026

SMOKY HAZE...

SMOKE by Henry David Thoreau ( 1817-1862) From his book "Walden" published in 1843. Thoreau was an American naturalist and author.
Light winged Smoke! Icarian bird
Melting your pinions in your upward flight;
Lark without song, and messenger of dawn
Circling above the hamlets as your nest;
Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form
Of midnight vision, gathering up your skirts;
By night star-veiling, and by day
Darkening the light...
and blotting out the sun;
Go  thou...
my incense
Upward from this hearth,
And ask the gods to pardon this clear flame.
Photographs 2026