Sunday, November 07, 2010

thoughts that arise upon listening to The Lightning Bug Situation, the first Sunday in November

I am watching steam rise from the roof, frost burning into vapour as the sun inches toward the apex.

But it's not really the steam I see, merely a reflection. Nor is it truly the reflection, but an image cast back against the wall. Refractions slow-dance with sage green shadows, diffractions are captured in the aperture.

This is what happens when you domesticate entropy - ghosts of ghosts of ghosts. Six degrees of winter.

7 comments:

Dr. MVM said...

Super photo, swell post.

Flannery Alden said...

That was deep and delightful!

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Super and swell? Why, thank you, Dr M, you are too kind.

This is what happens when you spend the morning listening to deep and delightful music, Flannery, it rubs off.

Wandering Coyote said...

You are a poet!

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Nah, just a messer about of words. But thanks, WC!

Toccata said...

It's 10:30 which means it's really 11:30 which means I'm brain dead but at least I managed to leave my daily November comment.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Your dedication is impressive, Toccata. I think you should contact NoBloPoMo about receiving a blog reading badge.