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depictions by the rule of thirds; descriptions mostly freestyle words
Like the waters
I HEARD the old, old men say,
The Old Men Admiring Themselves In The Water ~ William Butler Yeats
‘Everything alters,
And one by one we drop away.’
They had hands like claws, and their knees
Were twisted like the old thorn-trees
By the waters.
I heard the old, old men say,
‘All that’s beautiful drifts away
Like the waters.’
The day was overcast and I dug out my old Ricoh CX3 from the drawer. This knocked-about knock-around point-and-shoot tends to lag a little now after the press of the switch and with less than bright light, gives grainy slightly blurry images. Nevertheless on seeing these ripples in the duck pond, I was mesmerised and the camera seems to have come up with some painterly impressions. Things are not always seen best with full clarity!
[For the accident that happened to the Ricoh see Cameras]
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Oooh the Ricoh did that all by itself? I thought you’d run these through one of those arty apps.
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scout’s honour – only had to improve the contrast a little – Ricoh did the rest
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I agree with you about things not always seen best with full clarity, but will add that there is beautiful clarity of another sort in these images.
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what a lovely observation – the kind only an artist can make!
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…or, the kind a beautiful image evokes!
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I agree about full clarity!! Great poem and lovely images Laura!
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many thanks and lovely to see you
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