propeller head sky

bandon-7339Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
― W.B. Yeats,Β The Wind Among the Reeds 1899

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31 thoughts on “propeller head sky

    • I am so sorry your comment seemingly got buried while waiting for approval. Thank you for your kind comment. I enjoyed looking at your photos. I am also retired, but hoping to visit near you perhaps this summer in Latvia (where I was born.)
      Thanks again for stopping by!

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    • You have me scratching my head this time….. first, wondering what made it to #1; and second, why you’d choose this as second since I dredged it out of discards in archives. It never ceases to amaze me what different reactions I get to various shots…… Having said that, I’m really, really glad you liked it!

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      • Glad you’re glad, it surprised that you’re scratching your head. Remember the photo with the exquisite translucent green wave? The one I wanted to ,Ike ten times over?

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        • OK, so we agree on the wave….. πŸ™‚ That one is definitely up there in my top ten (though I tend to get tired of looking at the same one after awhile.) I like to do up a calendar of my favorite shots so I get to look at them for a month and then they change….. πŸ™‚ (The wave was Feb)

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    • It is rare indeed that the sea is this calm. Certainly not at all lately. This was shot last August. I’ve been dipping back into archives a bit lately.

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  1. Lovely Yeats. I had memorized ”..Tread softly because you tread on my dreams” long ago, knew that it had come from a master but couldn’t remember who, such moving words.
    I always wonder what the sky is up to, sure it’s got some ideas in mind and is either at heiroglyphic messages of great import or wild play, in it for the fun. I’m working on a large painting of sky and sea, memories of my own and in great measure from all your splendid displays of both, with the idea of a storm starting in one particular distant point on an otherwise calm surface, and moving in. The incredible amount of color on clouds is fascinating study, always so rich, even the shades of grays and blues on the underbellies, and the color increasing with their proximity to sunlight.
    Like the rocky outcrops in your Propeler Head Sky, their size marked by the tiny birds, that boulders are near black back lit like that, and yes, wonderful clouds headed into wispy stuff. What a palette. Thanks for all the inspiring seascapes, Gunta.

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    • The master, Yeats, certainly has a way with words. I suppose I appreciate them all the more because it’s not exactly my fortΓ©. Sharing these scenes only increases my pleasure in shooting them. Thank you for all the lovely comments.

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    • Thank you, James. It certainly was dreamy, though not so much recently. I probably should have mentioned that this was dug up from archives from last August.

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