In a Single Frame

Carol A. Hand

In a single frame

Symbols of civilization

juxtaposed with nature

reaching ever higher

for the light

yearning

to breathe

free

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Morning View – March 11, 2017

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19 thoughts on “In a Single Frame”

    1. Thank you so much for your lovely comments, Robbie, and for your wonderful gardening tips. I’m not sure I will ever be able to eat pansies, though. They’re just too lovely. 🙂

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    1. Thank you for your always kind words, Bob. It’s a hybrid class weekend, so I don’t have to drive. Students have a chance to read and share the notes they jot about what they’ve learned. I hope you will be watching the night and morning skies, hiking in the mountains with your camera ready, or just enjoying life with your beautiful family. 🙂

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        1. I hope your skies clear, Bob. Ours are cloudy with a winter storm advisory in effect – 3 – 6 inches of snow. I appreciate your comment about the photos. It’s been a fun way for me to take a break from the tedious job of editing/rewriting to “get real.” I’m revising chapter 8 at the moment with only 3 more chapters to go to finish the first of a four-part manuscript. I hope to send the first part to an editor for review by next week.

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        2. Hi Carol! Wishing you the best with your manuscript. Editing and rewriting can be a real chore. If you have an editor you trust it may be worth passing it on to them. When it comes to editing photos, I am very good at editing other photographers and terrible at editing my own. That is because my favourite photo is always the last one I took. Sometimes it is difficult to be subjective about what is close. Take care. Enjoy the snow, it can’t last. Bob

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    1. Ah, yes, David. Here one needs to be mindful which way the wind is blowing, but one neighborhood’s fresh breeze comes at the expense of folks elsewhere. It’s not an easy problem to solve…

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    1. Thank you for your lovely, thoughtful comments, Annika. When I looked out of the window in the morning as I opened the blinds, I saw the looming dark presence of the church steeple and the cloud of factory exhaust highlighted by the sun. The scene was so perfectly framed by the window. I ran for my camera to capture the moment, so perfectly framed, and the poem wrote itself.

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