Abbey Of Astoend: Deadwood

Wednesday, 30 June 2010

Deadwood

15 comments:

Its Time to Live said...: Fourty years ago I would have HAD to climb that tree. Image brought back a memory or two. Thanks

got the spelling right that time :); 30 June 2010 at 14:36
Its Time to Live said...: This comment has been removed by the author.; 30 June 2010 at 14:36
matron said...: What a wonderfully atmospheric picture.The tree against that wonderful sky is amazing.; 1 July 2010 at 05:34
GYPSYWOMAN said...: what an incredible image, trevor! it conjures up so many possibilities, it speaks volumes - a poem, a short story, and more - and in and of itself, just a magnificent image, the all of it! wonderful, trevor!; 1 July 2010 at 07:17
JoLynne Lyon said...: Fantastic use of light. That's a great photo of something that would ordinarily be passed over.; 1 July 2010 at 12:02
Prospero said...: Remarkable.; 7 July 2010 at 10:32
Leah. said...: interesting shot--i like it :); 19 July 2010 at 21:07
ADRIAN said...: Wish I'd seen that, well I have but you know what I mean. It's great.; 20 July 2010 at 05:26
Unknown said...: Hello It's time to live.

I know what you mean. I wish I could still do it.; 10 August 2010 at 12:59
Unknown said...: Hello Matron.
Thank you.
It was a weird evening looking for Nightjars after dusk. The sky was a mixture of strange colours as the sun started to drop over the horizon.; 10 August 2010 at 13:02
Unknown said...: Thank you Jenean.
Still not firing on all cylinders yet.; 10 August 2010 at 13:03
Unknown said...: Hi Jo.

It would have been hard to have passed by.
Thank you for your comment.; 10 August 2010 at 13:06
Unknown said...: Hello Prospero.

I always welcome your comments. Thank you.; 10 August 2010 at 13:07
Unknown said...: Hello Laleczke.

Welcome to the blog
Thank you for leaving a comment.; 10 August 2010 at 13:08
marty said...: I love this image, it's just gorgeous :; 9 October 2010 at 06:22

Li Po

(Li Bai Li Po)

Drinking Alone with the Moon

A pot of wine among the flowers.

I drink alone, no friend with me.

I raise a cup to invite the moon.

He and my shadow and I make three.

The moon does not know how to drink;

My shadow mimes my capering;

But I'll make merry with them both-

And soon enough it will be Spring.

I sing- the moon moves to and fro.

I dance- my shadow leaps and sways.

Still sober, we exchange our joys.

Drunk- and we'll go our separate ways.

Let's pledge- beyond human ties- to be friends,

And meet where the Silver River ends.