Poem – What Sees in the Dark
Pre-dawn.
Sliver of gradient orange into purple.
Cloud-less.
The forest stands tall merging with the sky.
Cold breath.
We listen to distant owls, we watch for the coyotes.
William Ricci
Mountains, Ice, Stars
wrdynamics@gmail.com
Very atmospheric!
Thank you Willow. Trying to convey what comes easily in a photograph, without getting too cliched.