Experiments with Motion Blur – a curtain of Lodgepole Pines infested with Pine Bark Beetle.
With coolness and early dark – we are seeing evening owls.
Chill, silvered, shimmering of roiling black, moving stream, chaotic beyond all constraint. Light reflects there, on the surface flowing quick-silver, cold fire. Leaves, branches wrench in the wind with the sound of tearing paper. Anticipate! Wait for it! Sharp the sound – a breaking bell of corvid-speak, falls, blue, like crystal; then breeze-stirred chimes sound in […]