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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Eclipse at Solstice

         Waiting for the lunar eclipse, I admired the sunset the previous evening behind one of my favorite trees. Clouds covered the sky, but we felt sure they would part long enough to give us a crisp view of the eclipse. When the eclipse began, I realized that my tripod cannot hold my camera vertically, and that if I improvised, I still could hardly look through the view finder. Still, though the photo does not show the glory of the event, my memory still can picture the colors and depth of the moon and the surrounding stars.

The next morning, on one of my fave trees rested at Great Blue Heron, on a branch, on one leg.
Nature is grand.

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  1. shutterbug2007December 23, 2010 at 7:41 PM

    Great captures Elisabeth! I love the sunset shot. I missed it because I was driving home, and didn't have the camera with me. I also like the eclipse shot. Those are some very tricky exposures. Again, excellent captures. Have a Merry Christmas!

    -Ben

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Let us go then, you and I
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I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
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