Halloween stuffed animals sitting on a hay bale, waiting for the Great Pumpkin. HDR processing with three images.
Pages
About Me

- Andy Laighleis
- Retired from the rat race, and now a stay at home dad. Amateur photographer who attempts to write American Haiku in the style of Jack Kerouac to go with some of his photography, as he debates about becoming a professional photographer
Showing posts with label photograph. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photograph. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
The Last Rose of Summer
A rose bush in our yard which produce one bloom on the last
day of summer. The stem is about four feet long, and this is the only blossom
on the bush. Unlike Thomas Moore poem, I will not
pluck the beautiful rose
before its time.
A rose bush in our yard which produce one bloom on the last
day of summer. The stem is about four feet long, and this is the only blossom
on the bush. Unlike Thomas Moore poem, I will not pluck the beautiful rose
before its time.
'TIS the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone ;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone ;
No flower of her kindred,
No rose-bud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.
I'll not leave thee, thou lone one !
To pine on the stem ;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go sleep thou with them.
Thus kindly I scatter
Thy leaves o'er the bed,
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.
So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
And from Love's shining circle
The gems drop away.
When true hearts lie wither'd,
And fond ones are flown,
Oh ! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone ?
~ Thomas More
'TIS the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone ;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone ;
No flower of her kindred,
No rose-bud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.
I'll not leave thee, thou lone one !
To pine on the stem ;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go sleep thou with them.
Thus kindly I scatter
Thy leaves o'er the bed,
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.
So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
And from Love's shining circle
The gems drop away.
When true hearts lie wither'd,
And fond ones are flown,
Oh ! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone ?
~ Thomas More
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Cernnunous The Lord of the Dance
Lord of the dance am I
Older than time am I
Spring, Summer, Winter or Fall,
I have part in them all
Lord of the dance am I
Older than time am I
Tribute to the Ancient Ones, the God Cernunos Lord of the Woods.
Cernunnos is the conventional name given in Celtic studies to depictions of the horned god of Celtic polytheism. In Wicca and other forms of Neo-paganism a Horned God is revered; this divinity syncretises a number of horned or antlered gods from various cultures, including Cernunnos. The Horned God reflects the seasons of the year in an annual cycle of life, death and rebirth.
Cernunnos is the conventional name given in Celtic studies to depictions of the horned god of Celtic polytheism. In Wicca and other forms of Neo-paganism a Horned God is revered; this divinity syncretises a number of horned or antlered gods from various cultures, including Cernunnos. The Horned God reflects the seasons of the year in an annual cycle of life, death and rebirth.
Labels:
Celtic,
Horn God,
Irish,
Neo-Paganism,
pagan,
photo,
photograph,
photography,
poem,
poetry
Thursday, September 5, 2013
To sooth the soul
I go to nature to be soothed and healed,
and to have my senses put in order.
~ John Burroughs
What better way to relax and recharge
our connection with Mother Earth, than a quiet walk in the woods. Landsford
Canal, Chester County, South Carolina.
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
End of Summer
Labels:
autumn,
fall,
photo,
photograph,
photography,
poem,
poetry,
seasonal,
summer
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)