Slow Photography #44 A Forest of Synapses
Photography is the poetry of light. When images fail, poems can speak spontaneously.
Today I stared at 4 trees, and pondered their uppermost branches. Crows flew in between these spaces, calling. The branches reminded me of nerve cells.
Slowly, over several days, a poem came to mind:
branching treetops
a forest of synapses
a forest of synapses
tree rings
no moment missed
wait for snow
I'm grateful for your visit ! Jim
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