Occasionally a photograph I have taken reminds me of an image from a poem. This photograph made me think of one by Plath, from a poem I haven't read for years:
Where do the black trees go that drink here?
This was taken this afternoon. The trees are probably still there, still waiting...
4 comments:
and still drinking.
So poignant ! beautiful .
you and I share a similar interest in poetry. And your photography never ceases to amaze me. Honest, friend.
Thanks for your comments all... :)
EotR: thank you especially.
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