Winter Leaves

Anchor:

As seen in the day of West gone by, Wild

When smoke was the language, the voice

Upwards they would spiral, those words from a child

Or tribesman, or warrior, their choice

This was then their way, and hidden to most

Outsiders, they read n'er it's thought

This was then their anchor, their word of the ghost

For battle and wars when once fought.

Backlit on Blue:

Shoot into the sun and capture the shade

Post process next in that dark blue

Enhance for the colours, their presence they've made

Slight sharpen, job's done, adieu.

Bleedin' Blades:

Long Lenses and Flowers

At times there is the need to go, From lens of Macro use

Extension Tube attach up 'fro, The flowers to confuse.

One taketh lens of long reach thus, And plug in then that ring

And brand right bought, A/F a plus, your long lens makes it sing.

The tube I use to shoot the shot, Of long lens and such sort

Kenko DG, that one I've got, A/F and meter, sport!

A thing I do when shooting long, And lens it bears it's weight
Please use support, you're not that strong, Your pics will seal your fate.

The least to do is use a pod, the type of leg just one
A tripod too, it gets my nod, But most times mono, do.

The focus thing it can be tough, a tip then for you say
Go gentle, shy, n'er be so rough, And pod then slowly sway
And see the image while compose, in focus slowly come
Your patience in your pic it shows, And focused bad too, some

The thing I like about lens, long, Is how backgrounds compress An attribute I yearn for strong, It renders huge success.
So when you are in framing view, Alert be all the time
Incor-porate distractions few, Your final pic be fine

Winters' Woes of 2007

In Winter time, when voids exist, Of colour, life mundane,
The macro lens, it does persist, To render yet, t' inane.

In Erect Defect, the poor stand proud, A Splash of greens persist.
It shouts it's fame, and does quite loud, While others hence, resist.

The Ghosts of Summers Past all dance, To song of hues, await
They fade into the distance, trance, And wait upon their fate.

The Colour Void, it bears no soul, No witness of it's prey.
Suspended sport, the patient hole, They wait for such fine day.

The promise of new life, prevails, In Ochre Ovaries.
And as it's been, it never fails, Nature ne'er to "freeze".

Our Spiral Spawns, upward it goes, It looks toward it's right.
At reach of end, upon tip toes, It one day flourish, might.

In Chroma Creep, amidst it's dull, and lifeless carpet holds.
A pose so grand, of untold wealth, Inherent beaut', unfolds.

The Kiss of Green, it sends the thought, To those that are behind.
Of promise, colour, all not nought, One day they will have shined.

the Photo Muse - THORN

The muse requests at first you read, The page of intro here,
and from there go yes do proceed, Abandon peril, fear.
http://kevin-theron.blogspot.com/2007/03/photo-muse-announce_10.html

So from the intro now being past, We ask the question, why?
The muse of photo climbs this mast, Alone in here, to fly.

The mast he climbs is from ill fate, From sites of net abound.
The writings of the muse met mate, With voices, loudly sound!


The feel the muse now carries plain, And what him has, now torn.
Is, is the nature of the world humane? Or merely side with thorn.

For in the musings of this Bard, Where effort been made great,
The most proclaim, village retard! And seal forthright his fate.

And so it comes to pass this day, That muses' name be borne.
And carries on his merry way, Alas, alone, forlorne.

The muse of photo would ask thee, If soul of yours have move.
To pen the thought, give voice, be free, And join into this groove.

The comment choice it is below, Your voice it may give weight.
Go forth, and click, do not be slow, Lest Muses' end, is fate.

One question that the muse MUST ask, And answers, please be plain.
Is this of normal manner, task? Or muse he are insane?

the Photo Muse - ANNOUNCE

There came one day a man of art, Who stuck in rhyme be caught ,

And took upon a task from heart, Photography be taught!

Invited in the ones that cared, Their thoughts with his unite
The joy photography, well shared, The advent of this "knight".

The art of floral captured most, has been this artist's deed
To those that share the joy, a toast! And carry forth our seed.

The Muse of Photo greets you all, that stumble 'pon this link
And wishes you come back, enthrall, with photo, make you think.