“To photograph is to hold one’s breath, when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality. It’s at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy.” ~Henri Cartier-Bresson
Friday, March 14, 2008
"No birds in spring", he says And thousands descend Into the yard As if in protest: Flooding my page With word droppings And feathered song.
"No birds in spring,", he says. What would the ears hear? Old crows take offense.