silhouettes

against the light

All seems to turn life into ghosts, familiarity  into mere shapes...

And yet I love those October skies.

Earlier this afternoon, I looked at the sun through the lens. These too familiar chimney stacks of the Old Manse find their grandeur amid the clouds.

Three images to illustrate that game of light.


light-clouds-scape-
scape-cloud
in black& white
or indigo
and
in the eye
of the poet,
a stack,
a bird,
a triangle.