Abbey Of Astoend: The Roost

Monday, 15 August 2011

The Roost

13 comments:

Prospero said...: Oh, Trevor, i had to enlarge the photo to see the canvas. It has entrancing appeal.; 15 August 2011 at 14:45
ADRIAN said...: Another atmospheric shot the texture does improve it. i used to print onto canvas but have gone off the medium. I'll try it again now.; 16 August 2011 at 02:28
Brad said...: I love this picture and the idyllic tranquility of it's feeling.
Brad; 16 August 2011 at 08:12
Gachi said...: Precioso!
ya se te extrañaba por estos lares
Abrazos; 16 August 2011 at 09:22
GYPSYWOMAN said...: must say i love the canvas texture too - those tactile senses, and all - great image - would that i were "roosting" there for a while - idyllic scene that it is!; 16 August 2011 at 13:40
Bhavesh Chhatbar said...: Sometimes, photos need not be bright to be beautiful. And you have proved it.; 17 August 2011 at 21:49
Unknown said...: Thank you Prospero. I do value your comments greatly.; 18 August 2011 at 11:38
Unknown said...: I am sure Adrian you have many photographs that the effect would enhance slightly. It was just an experiment and I do confess I do like the end result. Your planets really have the same requirements...finding the ideal photograph.; 18 August 2011 at 11:40
Unknown said...: Hi Brad. Welcome. When I hear the word tranquility I think of you and your Blog. Hope you are keeping well.; 18 August 2011 at 11:46
Unknown said...: This comment has been removed by the author.; 18 August 2011 at 11:50
Unknown said...: Hi Jenean. It is lovely to see you again. Keep the camp fires burning brightly.; 18 August 2011 at 11:51
Unknown said...: Hi Bhavesh my friend. We all need to take a chance or two...whether they work is secondary to having a go. Thank you for your comment.; 18 August 2011 at 11:55
Unknown said...: Gachi.

Gracias por parar cerca y dejar un comentario. Es hora de que le devolvió la visita. Saludos cordiales.; 18 August 2011 at 12:03

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.