Moonset Over Drayton Bay Harbor
better large-non hdr-A final shot of Drayton Bay with an overhanging moon. A magical place to shoot from the hillside overlooking the bay and the harbor...especially with sun setting and moon rising. Many colors of light...plus fireflies (the twinklies)
FOR THOSE INTERESTED I HAVE AN EXHIBITION AT THIS LINK www.flickr.com/groups/inspiringcollection/discuss/7215762...
Keeping The Colors Of Light I Saw (JHWatkins)
Keeping the colors of light I saw,
Hidden deep in my heart-
Here, chambered in silence they grow-
Where, watered by time they flow,
To places concealed at the start.
Each shade, a life of its own,
Gathering force like the wind,
Bursting with promise
And purpose renewed,
In heavenly dreams they ascend.
Returning to sources of similar schemes,
Gliding down currents of circular themes,
Reveried ideas of wondrous things,
With all of my mind to attend.
Revelation perpetually rose,
Comical cracks and poetry prose,
Fractured infighting,
Formidable foes,
Deceived by games they portend.
Up through atmospheres,
Right through the stars,
Backed-down multitudes,
Battered and scarred-
Groaning, condoning,
Conditions bizarre,
Where correctional forces contend.
Keeping the colors of light I saw-
Hidden deep in my heart-
Here, chambered in silence they grow-
Shaping the future with wisdom I know,
In places concealed from the start.
J.H.Watkins 01/10/10
Moonset Over Drayton Bay Harbor
better large-non hdr-A final shot of Drayton Bay with an overhanging moon. A magical place to shoot from the hillside overlooking the bay and the harbor...especially with sun setting and moon rising. Many colors of light...plus fireflies (the twinklies)
FOR THOSE INTERESTED I HAVE AN EXHIBITION AT THIS LINK www.flickr.com/groups/inspiringcollection/discuss/7215762...
Keeping The Colors Of Light I Saw (JHWatkins)
Keeping the colors of light I saw,
Hidden deep in my heart-
Here, chambered in silence they grow-
Where, watered by time they flow,
To places concealed at the start.
Each shade, a life of its own,
Gathering force like the wind,
Bursting with promise
And purpose renewed,
In heavenly dreams they ascend.
Returning to sources of similar schemes,
Gliding down currents of circular themes,
Reveried ideas of wondrous things,
With all of my mind to attend.
Revelation perpetually rose,
Comical cracks and poetry prose,
Fractured infighting,
Formidable foes,
Deceived by games they portend.
Up through atmospheres,
Right through the stars,
Backed-down multitudes,
Battered and scarred-
Groaning, condoning,
Conditions bizarre,
Where correctional forces contend.
Keeping the colors of light I saw-
Hidden deep in my heart-
Here, chambered in silence they grow-
Shaping the future with wisdom I know,
In places concealed from the start.
J.H.Watkins 01/10/10