tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509149353007705957.post5526815962322651955..comments2024-03-24T12:21:17.973-04:00Comments on Cliffs and Ruins: PowderhouseDChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12433176037815688789noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509149353007705957.post-84612425237759480992009-08-11T09:09:24.145-04:002009-08-11T09:09:24.145-04:00@Laura: Thanks!
@Summer: Gosh dang it, you and you...@Laura: Thanks!<br />@Summer: Gosh dang it, you and your ideas... now I want to go back out and try it again at sunset! :PDChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12433176037815688789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509149353007705957.post-61803617989059810422009-08-07T23:51:17.485-04:002009-08-07T23:51:17.485-04:00I don't know why, maybe it's just my mood ...I don't know why, maybe it's just my mood today, but this photo, though gorgeous, is more than a bit haunting. If it were taken at pre-dawn, or converted to darker tones, I might even find it truly melancholy. Reminds me of part of Tennyson's tribute to his dead lover:<br /><br />Dark house, by which once more I stand<br /> Here in the long unlovely street,<br /> Doors, where my heart was used to beat<br />So quickly, waiting for a hand,<br /><br />A hand that can be clasp’d no more–<br /> Behold me, for I cannot sleep,<br /> And like a guilty thing I creep<br />At earliest morning to the door.<br /><br />He is not here; but far away<br /> The noise of life begins again,<br /> And ghastly thro’ the drizzling rain<br />On the bald street breaks the blank day.Summerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13247477979560861388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3509149353007705957.post-56736829059749735352009-08-06T08:50:47.727-04:002009-08-06T08:50:47.727-04:00Love this image.Love this image.Laura Smyth, Publisher and Creative Directorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05596755606185023203noreply@blogger.com