Election Day, November, 1884 by Walt Whitman
These stormy gusts and winds
waft precious ships,
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.
Spire of Vrouwekerk – click on image to enlarge
The light sprinkling of rain had stopped. At dusk, the sky turned an extraordinary blue. Light settled on the buildings creating a night of wonder for our overnight stay in Bruges. We walked in awe, our faces looking up at the sky mixing with buildings from the 12th century on. When darkness settled, we found a restaurant on the canal where we ate dinner and talked about the beauty of this old city.