By the Light of the Moon
for one split second
at midday
the earth screeches to a halt
and through the lens
the sun becomes moonshine
Pull up a chair and relax. This is where I write, with my eyes. Stay as long as you like. You'll find me, where the wild roses grow ♥
for one split second
at midday
the earth screeches to a halt
and through the lens
the sun becomes moonshine
Both are incredible photos.
Reminds me of a Rene Magritte painting. Which is a lovely thing.
As always, awesome work.
What a wonderful compliment 🙂 Thank you so much x
Divine silhouette!!
The half moon keeps me company yet…Sun tiptoes near…I am living your offering, right now, Diana ; )
wow..beautifully said.love it.
She writes
with eyes
that smell
so beautifully
I too
am blinded
with delight
……..am particularly fond of the reach of deciduous trees in Spring…thank you for sharing…Edward