Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Another Textured Tuesday

The yellow leaves seemed to dance, 
swaying to the rhythm of the breeze. 
A final celebration of their summer 
before giving in to the coming winter.

I had to stand patiently, to watch them, 
waiting to take a picture of their dance, 
hoping they would pause just long enough,
bowing before they left their stage.


dive said...

Beautiful and poetic. Those are gorgeous colours, Speedway.

Gunn said...


Gunn / Stavangerdailyphoto.com

Speedway said...

Thank you, Dive. When I make these, I'm just trying to keep the lines of copy reasonable looking length. When I enter them centered, I'm surprised that they even begin to resemble something like poetry; if I were to purposely attempt to write a poem, it would fall within the realm of the filthiest limerick you might imagine.

And thank you, too, Gunn. I appreciate your input as I think a lot of your pictures are beautiful

dive said...

Ooooh, I was so tempted to give you the first line of a limerick to finish off, but that way madness lies. I have to make dinner and get a lot of crap done before bed and if we started trading limericks I'd still be sitting here at breakfast time.

Speedway said...

That's OK, Dive> I'd get pornographer's block anyway. ;-D