Sunday, August 11, 2013

Late Sunlight on Crooked River

My grandson came home for a short visit and we managed to hitch up the boat to the Bronco and get in the water just before a late dinner.

I took 500 pictures with that digital camera viewing screen you cannot see in the bright light and some of them came out OK. If you have a digital camera, just keep shooting. Then you can fill up your hard drive with mediocrity, and be like me!

The pictures I like best are about the light on the water, like this one.

Here is a poem about light by Joseph Stroud.

Night in Day

The night never wants to end, to give itself over
to light.So it traps itself in things: obsidian, crows.
Even on summer solstice, the day of light's great
triumph, when fields of sunflowers guzzle in the sun---
we break open the watermelon and spit out
black seeds, buts of night glistening in the grass.

It is on page 134 of A Bird Black as the Sun; Callifornia poets on crows and ravens, Green Poet Press, Santa Barbara, CA.

And here is more of the boat ride: Dream of water . . .

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