I Go On Forever
Canon EOS 5D
Sigma 50mm f/1.4 EX DG HSM
I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may comeand men may go,
But I go on forever.
I wind about, and in and out,
with here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,
And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silver water-break
Above the golden gravel,
And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers;
I move the sweet forget-me-nots
That grow for happy lovers.
I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows.
I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses;
And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
– Exerpt from “The Brook” by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Here in Texas we’re in a drought, and almost all the small watercourses have dried up, alas. But forever is a long time, and we expect them to come back.
What created the overall warm tonality of your photograph?
Steve Schwartzman
http://portraitsofwildflowers.wordpress.com
Hi Steve – I hope you’re not near the fires!
I took this photograph just after dawn… it was one of those mornings when the fog acted like a giant softbox with an amber-gelled strobe.
It must have felt great to be inside that amber-gelled softbox. Your photo did a good job of retaining that feeling.
Yes, I am near the fires, and I have at least three personal connections. One woman, a potter, had her beautiful house burn to the ground. A naturalist east of Bastrop (the worst of the fires) lost some of his outbuildings and a few animals but not his house. And at
http://portraitsofwildflowers.wordpress.com/2011/09/07/fire/
you can see a picture of burnt woods I took behind the house of friends who luckily escaped with only the loss of a wooden fence.
Beautiful shot. Oh, to live near water again (I’m in New Mexico). 🙂 Beautiful tone to the photo.