9 Replies to “As the Day Slowly Rises”

  1. derrickjknight – UK – I am an octogenarian enjoying rambling physically and photographing what I see, and rambling in my head as memories are triggered. I also ramble through a lifetime's photographs. In these later years much rambling is done in a car.
    derrickjknight says:

    Excellent

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  4. clcouch123 – I prefer Christopher in conversation. In writing, I use C L Couch because it’s a genderless form of my name and, frankly, easier—I have severe writer’s cramp. I mean to be a poet writing occasional and spiritual verse. The photographs used permanently here—for the banner, for my profile—were taken by Debra Danielson, a photographer and friend. You may enjoy more of her work at debra.danielson.org. If you would credit me when quoting my work, I'd be thankful. As I am thankful for your presence here.
    clcouch123 says:

    A haunting place, well, with the mist or fog and all. I think I’d want to see it from a boat–be on the water side, that is. They are cattails? I’ve never seen a field of them before, let alone depicted in such an effective way.

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    1. This marsh is very haunting in the early morning with the fog. Lots of cattails, home to many geese this year, the heron has not returned. I miss him.

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  7. judybarton – Still in love, complicated, almost stupid, interested to recognize herself. "Up to the age of eighteen years old everybody writes poems; after, only two categories of people may continue to do it: poets and idiots." (Benedetto Croce). Obviously I do not consider myself a poet.
    judybarton says:

    That’s a strange thought and and an interesting thought.

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