Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Under ash

trails grey
into the rosy-grey

with a
flock of paler

rising in
a swirling fan

chimney tops
and bare branches

ash and
charcoal, burns fire

Click on the photo for a larger version. Much better bigger.


Anonymous marja-leena said...

Interesting and minimalist contrast of the cool scene and the heat of fire! Yet both are part of winter, aren't they?

1/16/2007 10:23 AM  
Blogger floots said...

wonderfully atmospheric piece
love the pic too
is it near you

1/16/2007 10:43 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Marja-Leena, they are both, especially for me in the mornings!

Floots, I took that Sunday on a very cold hike along the Snake River, a major river that runs through southern Idaho, south of where I live. Watching the sunlight play through the clouds and hit the cliffs was breathtaking.

1/16/2007 10:53 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The cliffs expose the layers too. Beautiful words and pic as always, mb.

1/16/2007 11:27 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

beautifully layered piece and gorgeous photo! love them both.

1/16/2007 11:46 AM  
Blogger Susangalique said...

that is amazing picture. One could think of so many stories that could play out in a place like that.

I hoped over from Marly's site. Your poems are very natural and readable.

I think Awakening is the most time I have spent with a while.

1/16/2007 2:51 PM  
Blogger Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

poetic words that paint the scene, poetic scene that stirs the words within you to paint!

1/16/2007 9:44 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

There are so many colors in grey aren't there? You've captured them beautifully in picture and words.

1/17/2007 3:47 AM  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

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1/17/2007 4:11 AM  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

From The Snake River Walk series. I love it!!

1/17/2007 4:12 AM  
Blogger iamnasra said...

Wow Im there at your land...Please return my soul back ...As it decalred that it does not belong to me and it had joined the nature

1/17/2007 7:27 AM  
Blogger Lori Witzel said...

Now there's an evocative river name if ever there was one.

Snake River.

Images that come to mind:
* The near-bank nest of wintering rattlers, acrid and knotted together against the cold.
* Long curved arcs where the river is old and the rock is soft.
* A dream-flow from the unconscious, brought to light from the underground chamber by Snake.

A fitting place to catch and sing the Muse...

(And, since it's lunchtime here -- may I throw a foil-wrapped sweet potato in those coals, please?)

1/17/2007 10:05 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

ah, mb... i have missed visiting your blog... glad to be in a place where i can take a little time and hang 'round again...

1/17/2007 10:46 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Beautiful picture. Great words to go with it.

1/17/2007 10:58 AM  
Blogger Bitterroot said...

You're right; viewing it large lets you see the detail of the light playing along the cliff face. I long to see the Snake River; have never been there.

1/17/2007 11:49 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Charlie, the layers are important. So is the play of light. Thank you, I'm very glad you enjoy them.

Polona, thank you. Have you ever played with the hay(na)ku form?

Suzanne, welcome and thanks for stopping by. I'll come take a look.

Corey, yes, it's a wheel in a wheel!

Pauline, the endless variety of colors is fascinating. And winter's palette, though subdued, is rich. Thanks!

Pat, you are proposing a series?? Thanks!

Nasra, your comment made me laugh! I'm glad you enjoyed the post. Your soul should feel welcome to visit and return at any time!

Lori, indeed, all those images fit this river at one time or another! And of course, help yourself to the coals.

Amy, you've alighted! Glad to hear it. I'll come visit.

Gautami, thank you!

Bitterroot, the light was constantly playing and shifting that day. It made for challenging photography. As you know, it's a big and long river, and its personality shifts considerably depending on where along it you visit.

1/17/2007 12:58 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Last night as I swapped cars in our driveway, I could hear a flock of geese overhead as they headed for warmer climes. I thought of you...


1/17/2007 1:04 PM  
Blogger firebird said...

Very light and delicate, rising just like the smoke...

1/17/2007 6:07 PM  
Anonymous Professor Zero said...

gorgeous - again

1/17/2007 7:43 PM  
Blogger leslee said...

Ooh, a hay(na)ku! Is this your first one here, or did I miss previous ones. This is lovely. Perfectly spare, graceful and lovely.

1/18/2007 6:48 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Alan, your comment gave me a big smile. Thanks!

Firebird, this form is very sparse. It seemed well-suited to the subject.

Prof Z, thank you very much!

Leslee, I think it is the first here. As I commented to Firebird, I thought the form was a good fit for the content. Thanks! I'm very glad you enjoyed it.

1/19/2007 7:57 AM  

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