Weaving words of grace and gratitude through the tapestry of my photographs, I invite you to walk this trail of Photo Poetry, as I seek words to clothe my images, and write poems to enhance your awareness.
While you read "Cloud Music", play this segment from Beethoven's 6th Symphony: (Pastoral)
What kind of music is streaming from above; pouring through holes in the stratus various blanket? Does it contain tenderness and yearning, filling with desire, or late evening melancholy, flooding with memories? Alive in the moment, listening to the performance, grateful for God's gifts at the close of this day. On invisible instruments the music has played. Absorbed within, during this fragment of time, this fleeting moment. While clouds thicken and the horizon darkens, the cold winds of November carry the music away.