Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge: 2015 Week 7

In response to Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge, “to capture the roads, walks, trails, and rails, we move from one place to another on,” I’m  posting these photos that I took a couple of weeks ago.

There are fully functioning railroad tracks under that foot or more of precipitation. The photos reveal a quiet time between a fresh snow and the next freight train, which usually passes by twice daily. Two views face south and the other two, north.

It amazes me how the weather can so effectively desaturate the color from the world!

To see more foggy snow scenes from that same day, click here.

Thank you Cee for the photo challenge!

Writing 201: Fog

“Day 5 is upon us: clear your foggy mind, embrace absence, and paint with words.”

The poetry prompt for day five of Writing 201 is “fog.”
The form is “elegy.”
The device is “metaphor.”

Being visually oriented I headed straight to my photo archives to give me inspiration for today’s poetry prompt. I had been out taking pictures on a foggy winter’s day a couple of weeks ago. It was fairly clear in some places but quite thick with fog in others. The mountains/hills in the background of the first photo are totally obscured.

The first words that leaked out of my brain formed a haiku…

Winter’s frozen breath
hangs suspended over snow
whispering, “Hush now.”

Then another poem formed in my mind, but it wasn’t elegy…

Winter’s frozen breath, thick, suspended,
whispers, “Hush now. Sleep.”
Earth’s deep white blanket envelopes all,
Tucked-in tree and leaf.

Finally I came up with something that perhaps resembles elegy with its characteristic sense of loss…

Summer lies smothered by a heavy white quilt,
Her breath suspended frozen and thick.

Awaiting the arrival of spring mournfully
Forced to relinquish all that is past.

Each bud that was born, each flower that had bloomed,
Each leaf, each tender blade of grass,

Relentlessly shivered and silenced, withered, now gone,
Wrenched from Summer’s weakening grasp.

New buds to birth, new flowers to bloom, fresh and unfamiliar,
Forced to embrace all that is new causing fear and apprehension.

 

Although I’m enjoying stretching myself, all of these Writing 201: Poetry challenges confirm that, for me at least, pictures are so much easier than words!

 

 

One Word Photo Challenge: Marsala

This is a vineyard in Taurasi, Italy, a village where one of my great-grandparents was born, in the province of Avellino.

I took the photo on a drizzly day in November of 2009. The grape leaves had turned color for the fall, all shades of Marsala; perfect for this photo challenge!

While I was sharpening the image a bit and viewing it at full size, I discovered, to my surprise, that I had caught a little dog in the shot! Perhaps you can still find him even though I have reduced the size of the photo for the internet…
It could be like a “Where’s Waldo” activity 🙂
A vinyard in Taurasi, Italy.

Thank you Jennifer for this One Word Photo Challenge: Marsala.