I am the orphan cloud:
no trace left behind.
Come South three times now
to listen to the frosty bell.
When men see geese flying
they think of letters home.
Even the mountains grieve at the Fall:
they're wearing a sickly face.
But fine phrases are there too
to be plucked from the sad heart of Autumn,
and many an ancient poet ran into one on the road.
I'm ashamed I've yet to realize
my monk's oath:
the fault's in this load of blue green hills I carry
many tens of thousands strong.
-- Ching An, 19th century.
Redid the image with different color parameters
Nikkor 17-35mm f/2.8
Lee Grad ND
OMG. No words. This is beautiful.
looks even better
I was 80% happy with it before, now I'm 95% happy because I couldn't find the original and had to edit the large jpg instead.
This is so beautiful. Great capture!
a very beautiful piece
Uh oh, I'm taking pictures again
lol me too, I haven't submitted anything serious for long time, and whoah, I'm pressing submit button
Ok it's a competition now, my goal is to get two more by the end of the month!
Just wait, I'm going to chicago today to eat polish food. If I don't eat too much then I'll go out to take pics
Hehe what kind of Polish food? Pierogi? Bigos? Send some to me, I'll judge if it's enough Polish Ha, and I'm scanning my watercolours painting, seriously you cant beat that!
very nice pic
So beautiful! I love the color of the sky and the water. I like the floating leaves on the water.
this is lovely and the poem/prose piece is really nice, fits the picture well i think