Poking around our parking lot, I found an interesting van with a porthole. And in and around the porthole? Another car tree.
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Poetry of the Week
The Gift to Sing
Sometimes the mist overhangs my path,
And blackening clouds about me cling;
But, oh, I have a magic way
To turn the gloom to cheerful day—
I softly sing. . . .Read the whole poem here.Posted: Feb 21
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The surround of the porthole interest was well spotted. 😀
Barbara – Thank you. It might just be the case that I saw it in the photo, not in the viewfinder…
Good eye! And good for capturing it. I might have said, “Oh, interesting”, without making the effort to frame and shoot.
Judith – Many thanks, This is why I love having a good camera in my phone. I’m almost always equipped to take the shot if I feel like making the effort.
The serene clarity of the palm in the neat porthole is cunningly framed by the suggestion of violent motion in the palm’s Other Life in a hurricane. Framed again, the stillness of the misty present makes me feel that I am in one of those “thin places” where magical insights are available.
Laurna – 🙂 Yes, the impression of motion is pretty strong, isn’t it? (Here’s to magical insights.)
Very nicely spotted and captured!
Jim R – Many thanks.