This is a lake by where I live. When the weather turns just a bit cooler, there is almost always fog early morning and on some days I am able to watch the sun burn through that fog. On the day I made these images it would have been my father's 95th birthday. I'd like to believe that along with the fog and light, I captured his beautiful spirit.
The landscape shifts, emerges and heaven's not far.
Happy birthday, Da.
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| Silence (9/2012, M.A. Reilly) |
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| Emerging (9/2012, M.A. Reilly) |
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| A Touch of Blue (9/2012, M.A. Reilly) |
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| A Bit of Land (9/2012, M.A. Reilly) |
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| Sky and Lake (9/2012, M.A. Reilly) |
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| Suspended (9/2012, M.A. Reilly) |
You not only captured his spirit, but your own. The combination makes my heart and soul sing joyfully. Such a beautiful tribute, Mary Ann. Thanks so much for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Deb. It was one of those mornings: in ana out of the ar in 10 minutes and the fog was just lifting.
Delete"Da" must have been an incredible person to have a daughter like you. Such beauty!
ReplyDeleteJust seeing this Jane. Thank you for so much.
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