Arches Moonrise Fantasy
Better Viewed Large. Trying out some more new combinations in post processing with new software. Arches National Park is a beautiful national treasure. There is so much to shoot that it is hard to focus on any one thing, but for me...the colors really start to come out in low light.
FOR THOSE INTERESTED I HAVE AN EXHIBITION AT THIS LINK <a href=" www.flickr.com/groups/inspiringcollection/discuss/7215762... .
The Desert Has a Voice (JHWatkins) not hdr
The desert has a voice that calls
In dry, dirt dreams-
Warm, wind-washed wonders
In wingless, soulless flight.
Cold, moonlit masquerades
Through long level years,
Crying out with countless cares on deafened ears-
Drowned in measured, motor-muffled madness,
And child-chattered, purposeless flight.
Quietly, calmly calling-
Darkened, deepening desert-
Star-filled with stumbling stalkers
And wounded warriors in fevered nights.
Dreams-peaceful, persistent, dreams-
As wheeled sky turns
Eternal turning, evening eyes-
And thoughts of morning colored light.
Millennial seas-
Doomed and dusty years-
Row upon heaping row of years-
Tears-
Caked, covered
And desolate.
The desert has a voice-
That calls and halts
And peers with perfect perspective-
Stopping us in our way.
“I have seen blood-stained battles!
I have seen despot desires!
I have seen prophets come and go,
And ages pass with shallow…glancing blows!
I have seen civilizations crumble…
Tumbling, heavy-handed
Into pagan pasts!”
The desert has a voice-
And every grain of sand has a name-
Every wind-blown grain of sand.
And someone-somewhere-knows the names.
They have perfect place and purpose-
Rocks cry out! Rocks….sing!
Some soaring angelic scribe somewhere
Records the history of rocks, and sands, and deserts.
Drab, dull, drifting desert distances and plans.
Ragged, jagged, craggy-edged
Mountain spine explosions and
Dry, desert sand.
The desert has voice and future-
With lifted hill-high green valley-
And clear bright stream winding
To cool, crystalline sea.
They wait….silently…
Almost… forever waiting-
But I know the secret of deserts-
And –
Dreams.
James Watkins-April 2006
Arches Moonrise Fantasy
Better Viewed Large. Trying out some more new combinations in post processing with new software. Arches National Park is a beautiful national treasure. There is so much to shoot that it is hard to focus on any one thing, but for me...the colors really start to come out in low light.
FOR THOSE INTERESTED I HAVE AN EXHIBITION AT THIS LINK <a href=" www.flickr.com/groups/inspiringcollection/discuss/7215762... .
The Desert Has a Voice (JHWatkins) not hdr
The desert has a voice that calls
In dry, dirt dreams-
Warm, wind-washed wonders
In wingless, soulless flight.
Cold, moonlit masquerades
Through long level years,
Crying out with countless cares on deafened ears-
Drowned in measured, motor-muffled madness,
And child-chattered, purposeless flight.
Quietly, calmly calling-
Darkened, deepening desert-
Star-filled with stumbling stalkers
And wounded warriors in fevered nights.
Dreams-peaceful, persistent, dreams-
As wheeled sky turns
Eternal turning, evening eyes-
And thoughts of morning colored light.
Millennial seas-
Doomed and dusty years-
Row upon heaping row of years-
Tears-
Caked, covered
And desolate.
The desert has a voice-
That calls and halts
And peers with perfect perspective-
Stopping us in our way.
“I have seen blood-stained battles!
I have seen despot desires!
I have seen prophets come and go,
And ages pass with shallow…glancing blows!
I have seen civilizations crumble…
Tumbling, heavy-handed
Into pagan pasts!”
The desert has a voice-
And every grain of sand has a name-
Every wind-blown grain of sand.
And someone-somewhere-knows the names.
They have perfect place and purpose-
Rocks cry out! Rocks….sing!
Some soaring angelic scribe somewhere
Records the history of rocks, and sands, and deserts.
Drab, dull, drifting desert distances and plans.
Ragged, jagged, craggy-edged
Mountain spine explosions and
Dry, desert sand.
The desert has voice and future-
With lifted hill-high green valley-
And clear bright stream winding
To cool, crystalline sea.
They wait….silently…
Almost… forever waiting-
But I know the secret of deserts-
And –
Dreams.
James Watkins-April 2006