Saturday, May 24, 2008

Brick Farmhouse

The November wind blew through the field
and trees.  It made a cold and mournful sound as
it awakened winter from it's sleep.  Is there anybody
home?  I don't think so.


Stacey said...

The poet spinner likes the details in this picture,it is amazing, I really like how you have portrayed the movement in the tree... :-)

Double "D" said...

Stacey, thanks
It looks like a lot of detail but it really
isn't. Just enough to fool the eye.
Keep those comments coming.

K.C. said...

Glad I stopped by. Love anyone who loves John Grisham books. His sister and I were good friends growing up, so you KNOW I had to read all of his books. WHO KNEW? But, I guess we all know now!

Anyway, such a great picture with such a great poem below it...I was drawn in for several minutes...KC

cyclopseven said...

40 years of everything have made you a skillful player at this. I admire the color contrast, the fine tree branches, the sky yonder and also the sweep of the wind over the tree. Brilliant Double 'D'. I wish I can come closer to your shadow, buddy.