the gums were encased in an orange glaze, touched by the orange sun as the hazy day rolled to the edge of twilight, while the cockatoos called and the wind whispered its silvery tune. australia is home. …. …… this afternoon while the sun was setting, i looked up to see the canopy of our beautiful australian gum trees absolutely glowing in the orange sunlight, … Continue reading orange gumtrees
As a result of a dramatic fluctuation of weather patterns, I have been able to venture out of the warmth of my house and do some photography while walking the dog. Currently, our street is one of the most sumptuous halls of autumn shades! Crisp orange leaves line the pavement in neatly stacked piles and threadbare trees droop over the ebony bitumen, wary of the … Continue reading autumn shade
skin deep chestnut cracked and dehydrated crimson canopies burning catching alight as they brush the sun goldenchild31 Continue reading crimson canopies
Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever… it remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything. – Aaron Siskind In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Forces of Nature.” real beauty elegance can be seen only in nature. the innocence of a rose the peace of a leaf. the … Continue reading force of nature
monotone canvas painted a hostile obsidian with raven feathers enclosing, protecting the wet acrylic pure, rich black one inconsistency: a dirty yellow moon unfulfilled, floating. an accident on a monotone canvas goldenchild31 Continue reading monotone canvas
titian blush seeps through ethereal clouds igniting, smoldering gliding across forest canopies. mystery of decrepit dwelling its occult its secrets concealed by twilight at witching hour goldenchild31 Continue reading witching hour
flush of vermilion spatters across a field as trigger pulled eagle soars paced for the kill rooted deep in the heart of khaki soldier courage sacrifice innocence mateship bounds his ashes even at dusk. gaunt figures vermilion flushed are ragdolls smiling ghosts who fought for our freedom will be ever alive in our thoughts lest we forget goldenchild31 Continue reading flush of vermillion
the undergrowth. 