but always dramatic, sparse and strangely distant. the faint november sun adding a warm glow to the colors, less to the temperature outside…
“A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”
― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
These are absolutely stunning. Great series! 🙂
Thanks, glad you liked. Appreciate your comment!
Great shots!
Thank you so much!
Beautiful photographic series! And perfect words to accompany them!
Thanks D! It’s a beautiful poem I’ve been waiting for the right pictures to accompany it. I’m glad you liked the combo! 🙂
What a great combination of outstanding landscape images and the words of T.S. Eliot. Well done!
See above! 😀
I did! 🙂 🙂
Wonderful!
Danke! Ich freue mich wir haben einandern gefunden! (Mein Deutsch ist leider nicht mehr was es ein mal war, ich lasse besser meine Bilder reden…)
The natral beauty of this land is absolutely mesmerizing, and you shoot it all so beautifully.
Thanks so much for your kind words!
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