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.
Decided to redo this one as a square crop.
Nikon D700
Nikkor 17-35mm f/2.8
Lee Grad ND
`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More
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