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| OPUS 40, Woodstock (double click image to enlarge) |
The air was filled with nothing more
Than tired breaths heaving,
From running hills and jumping stones
Two city kids, happy believing.
And up above the rolling hills,
Cut up by stone inlays,
A glorious ranch, all glass and wood,
The perfect getaway.
The folks who owned it had created
A landscaped fairytale,
With water fountains and carved stone
And beautiful detail.
As we were heading back we saw
This jigsaw made of wheels
And chains, all balanced on a wall.
Your lens needed to steal
The moment and immortalize
Our Woodstock paradise,
All jangly slit-eyed cowboy fun,
Four souls before sunrise.
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The family self portrait project started in January 2011.
I take one portrait of the whole family, myself included, once a month.
The poem is a 2013 addition by a "ghost" writer
Every family should do this.
In late 2013 a "ghost" writer joined the initiative and now each photo is accompanied by a poem.
In late 2013 a "ghost" writer joined the initiative and now each photo is accompanied by a poem.
To see previous months click on the links below:
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2012
August - waiting for Irene, yeah, the hurricane