q alba falls into water
There is always a larger older tree elsewhere. Who mourns this stately individual’s fall? The local squirrels and jays mourn. Very sad.

Author: WmX

I stumbled off the track to success in 1968, started chasing shadows that summer. Since then, In addition to farm-laborer and newspaper photographer my occupational incarnations include dishwasher, janitor, retail photo clerk, plumber, HVAC repairman, auto mechanic, CAT scan technologist, computer worker and politico (whatever it takes to buy a camera.) I am on the road to understanding black and white photography.

One thought on “falling”

  1. “All honor to this fallen majesty. Casualty indirectly of the radical winds last fall or bank erosion or both? a colossal world, that oak. Today, I was cutting up some of the smaller limbs from the post oak on our side street that snapped off during a Greek alphabet tropical blow, end of October.  Its clerestory at twilight in late July was one of the leafy chambers  all around that boom then with cicada calls. A supreme place of singing goes out with a great oak. Lux aeterna. Pleni sunt coeli et terra.”–AWS

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