The play of its pulse so like our own lives
The sail, the play of its pulse so like our own lives: so thin and yet so full of life, so noiseless when it labors hardest, so noisy and impatient when least effective.
Late one afternoon in Boston, the golden hour sun’s rays illuminated sailboats scudding along the Charles River, framed by a span of the Longfellow Bridge.
I don’t often kayak in the city, and so felt fortunate to have witnessed the golden sun illuminating the sailboats.
Thanks to Ailsa for her Where’s My Backpack: Illuminated challenge.
A selection of my heron and flower photos is now available at the Five Crows Gallery in Natick, MA. Drop in and see the work of the many wonderfully creative artists who show there when you’re in the area.
Five Crows is on FaceBook. To give the gallery a visit, please click here.
Remember: Walk softly and carry a long lens.™
The Tao of Feathers™
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