Election Day, November, 1884 by Walt Whitman
These stormy gusts and winds
waft precious ships,
Swell’d Washington’s,
Jefferson’s, Lincolin sails.
In August I made this image in Bruges, Belgium.
After a stormy day, the rain stopped,
The dark sky cleared,
Blue sky swept the clouds away.
In a small square men and women danced
the tango among puddled reflections.
Pretty prophetic! 🙂
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My cousin had just sent the poem to me and it teamed up pretty well with this photo I took. Thanks for commenting.
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Love that photograph!
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I don’t remember the moment I took it but I did take it. The image keeps me interested. I keep coming back to it.
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A cool picture. I like the superimposing of the sky over the art work of the face. It’s almost like the person is dreaming or having his thoughts way up in the sky. Very nice.
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Hi Otto
I too like this photo . It is one of those fluke images that the camera comes out with that you really don’t know what the camera is going to make.
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Wow! Marvelous shot Carla! is it a reflection?
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Yes, I took it in Bruges this last summer. sometimes it is great to see the surprise the camera presents to you after ¥ou’ve taken the picture.
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