lonely stretches
of shorn grass except high up,
birds
Copyright 2023 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: In early October, the only life on the golf course links were birds overhead. Despite a gray haze, the Pacific Ocean was deep blue. I’ve observed that to be a good photographer requires quiet and patience. Not strengths of mine. Photography is a form of meditation. Or frustration. Many pictures, changes in angles and moved locations later, and I only caught one bird in a photograph. Or is that a dust speck?
12 thoughts on “Lonely in San Diego”
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How’s the house hunting coming?
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We’ve moved and we’re unpacking!
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ALRIGHT! Probably nowhere near Douglas…got nice country all over these parts!
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Nearer I-90 for visiting my dad. 🙂
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Good placement! Welcome to that neighborhood! 😀
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The ground looks as though it is moving somewhat in this image, Brenda. The whole affect is quite mesmerizing!
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Thanks. I love the mountains.
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it’s a fluid process that often should be done being very still. love the view
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Yes. Being still. Something that requires practice.
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Photography is like Zen, being in the moment.
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Yes. So is poetry. Namaste.
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