Tag Essex Landscape Photographer

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields,

Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river and the heaven,

And veils the farmhouse at the garden’s end.
The steed and traveler stopped, the courier’s feet

Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.

The Snow Storm – Ralph Waldo Emerson

To see more please go to my Gallery http://www.pbase.com/wakelin/winter_wonderland .

Me and my shadow

Again the traffic lights that skim thy swift
Unfractioned idiom, immaculate sigh of stars,
Beading thy path--condense eternity:
And we have seen night lifted in thine arms.

( An excerpt from the poem To Brooklyn Bridge By Hart Crane )

I asked my daughter if she would pose for me, she kindly agreed to flatten her spikey hair, change into one of my dresses and then we headed off down to the Bluebell woods in Wivenhoe. Click on the picture above to go to my gallery.

Click on the book below to see an ebook I recently put together.