Furrow
Tilled over, the sod scars the land and floats a farmers hunched wheels, stiff and tripping over themselves in the frost. Tepid coffee bends in a cupholder as the curve of the earth. An open window; blood to the mouth; clarity to the eyes; a dream off the fields.
Gorgeous. A horizontal ghost.
January 15, 2013 at 7:19 am
Yes, Karen…an essence of what was and remains…..
January 15, 2013 at 7:22 am
Thank you..
January 15, 2013 at 8:46 am
I love it, James. Don’t know if the negative was scratched or if those are remnant stalks/plants in the foreground, but it/they add to the mood of the image, give it an age, like a memory. Very nice.
January 15, 2013 at 7:21 am
Glad you like it, Scott. I think that was a blackberry bush – shooting with a 90mm lens on a 4×5 means just about everything starting a few feet in front of the tripod was in the picture-plane.
January 15, 2013 at 8:45 am
Very much, James…successful shot.
January 15, 2013 at 8:47 am
James, this is beautiful, both words and image. “A dream off the fields” is one I will remember.
January 21, 2013 at 3:16 pm
Thank you, Anna.
January 21, 2013 at 4:17 pm