Thursday, March 18, 2010

each stone could tell

of the farmer's hand, of his scent,
of the sound of his breath whistling in his nostrils,
of the way he straightened when he heard his wife
coming toward him through the spring woods

27 comments:

Tanya said...

Good morning Brattcat, how are you today? Beautiful photo, I love those old stone walls :)

Kcalpesh said...

Beautifully shot and beautifully written!

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Cezar and Léia said...

This scenery is peaceful and beautiful.A sweet mellody in the air!
I liked a lot your words ( are you walking around?Take care okay!)
hugs
Léia
** about your comment, I don't know if are some hill around that boulevard.It's an important avenue, near my daughter'school.As I use bus, for me it's nice when the weather is better I can walk around.Also in that boulevard there is a second building of the Bibliothèque National, really nice.

Small City Scenes said...

Excellent shot. Very New Englandish to me.
Out here where there a many ranches (eastern Washington) with miles of wire fences at the corners there mair be a cairn of rocks to mark corners. MB

Jacob said...

You may be right...a very nice paean to love in the woods...when I see these stone fences, I think immediately of the beginning of the Revolutionary War...

A truly lovely photograph, not only the subject(s) but the way you composed this!

Naturedigital said...

Allways beautiful photographs..
have a nice day..

Sharon Creech said...

The low stone walls I love--for not being true 'walls'--low enough that a neighbor could step over. . .if invited, mm?

Birdman said...

NE stonewalls are amazing. Frost had it right.

B SQUARED said...

So much time and labor...

Sharon said...

Beautiful photo, lovely thoughts.

I added an answer to you question on the comments on my site.

Kate said...

So many of your photos remind me of Frost poems!

Virginia said...

Text and photo.....superb.
V

Magpie said...

Your words paint the photo beautifully.

lizziviggi said...

Like some other commenters, this shot reminded me so much of a Frost poem... but your poem stands on its own! Gave me goosebumps, actually. Beautiful, as always.

Malyss said...

A fence between snow and snow, a wall between trees and trees, the man's hand shared the nature, put its tracks, but there's only one sky above..

Jilly said...

Such wonderfully sensitive beautiful words to illustrate a gorgeous photograph.

VP said...

Sometimes your beautiful words distract me from the picture, in a pleasant way.
This time, and many others, they complete perfectly the image.

Yvi said...

That`s a great shot...

I like such stone walls...

Greetings
Yvi

Sunny said...

You weave your words with great skill.
How lucky I am to have a similar view from my dining room.
Sunny :)

Bob Crowe said...

Who wrote the verses? I don't recognize them but the scene and text has a Robert Frost feel.

tapirgal said...

Your poem really added a dimension to this beautiful photo. I've loved the stone walls especially since I learned a few years ago why they were built.

Amin said...

Beautifully written!Very interesting photo.

Tash said...

pure poetry!

Julie said...

Frost and yet Garner, too. Both loved the physicality.

JM said...

I really like old stone walls like this one and the contrast to the snow is lovely!

Amin said...

Nice.

Paula said...

Stone walls are testaments to hard work and beautiful, if unintentional, art. I love the contrast with the snow and the vertical trees.