Is it possible to capture the perfect gradient of an Indian Summer twilight?
For each color caught, how many are missed?
Where is the touch of warm November air on the skin?
How do the dry leaves smell as they begin their atonement with the earth?
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And how do you know when Neruda has permeated your subconscious or if the poetic form is simply an archetype of our collective unconscious?
It was interesting how my impressions started as spurts of words that worked themselves into observations and finally into questions. I wonder if Neruda was there kneading my thoughts…
Wow. So many of your photographs make me want to paint them.
You’re always welcome to them 🙂