An hour before sunset on a hot August day
mists rise, hints of tangerine, apricot kisses
still waters beneath, spread in negative echoes
a leaden flow into mercury pools.
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #6
An hour before sunset on a hot August day
mists rise, hints of tangerine, apricot kisses
still waters beneath, spread in negative echoes
a leaden flow into mercury pools.
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #6
Beautiful imagery
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I thank you. That water, in that light, so much like mercury.
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It truly is!
And when I’m done with this Advent Calendar thing, I just might join in on your CCC…
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I look forward to seeing your take on the photos. I do have a good store of them. Without including fungi!.
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LOL! To fungi or not to fungi..
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Indeed. But I do have a thing about water, so after a couple of months it’ll be …. let me reflect upon that 🙂
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Water is such a nice muse…
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I believe she does possess me. At least as far as photography is concerned.
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She’s a powerful one.
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Indeed, and oddly related to fungi 🙂
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😎
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Your words evoke a lost summer’s evening…so beautiful. I like the mercury pools reference 🙂
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It truly was a steamy evening. And I waited and waited for the actual sunset. but …. Molten lead and mercury pools. I took nearly a hundred photos in just under an hour, all different views and stages of sunset.
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Wow – amazing to see the evening transform 🙂
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I’m lucky to live in a magical place. Though I’m sure few who live in Yarmouth would agree on that. The town has every social problem, from high unemployment and transient population to homelessness, drugs and a high rate of teenage pregnancies, not to mention the accompanying health problems. And a short step outside the town, and here is this …. More, within 10 miles there are mist-shrouded marshes, pine snd heather studded heaths, crumbling storm-beaten cliffs , and, of course, the fabulous Norfolk Broads. And even the town has some interesting historic sights.
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It’s been years since I was last in Yarmouth or the surrounding area, but it’s nice to be reminded of how beautiful a place it is, despite the sadness of its problems. But what place doesn’t have its trouble? 😦
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This is true. It was because of the social problems that, when I left the theatre, I then joined a community-focused project.
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Lovely word images to go with the photo.
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I thank you, Andrea. Sometimes it just flows. A bit like the tide!
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Definitely more poetic than any of my writings. Compliments to the author.
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Oh. That’ll be me. I thank you, Brian.
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