by Lauren Hynde
The photos are breathtaking and they're paired with wonderful poetry.
Lauren, this is perfectly wonderful! I have never wanted to meet anyone from the net ('cept Ange!) til now. If you're ever in the D.C. area let me know, and we'll find a mossy bank on the Shenandoah and have a chat while the water cools the wine! I believe there is enough of a generation gap that we'd find a lot in common, and a lot uncommon.
Beautiful work! Thank you.
Boo
The words are SO in sync with the photo. There is a "rightness" to the entire piece -- the whole greater than the sum of its parts. Very well done! ~Imp
and smooth to the eyes visuals are excellent, astounding and simply marvelous. A Zen Master material of Earths elements set in forever (from our stand point) inspirational.
with the other commenters. This is a beautiful marriage of words and image. Your words kept drawing me back to the photo, read and look, over and over. You're a smart cookie Lauren, but mostly you've got a poet's heart that shines through every time. xo, A.
to take us on scenic travels without even having to leave home. Both the words and image can actually make us visualize and almost feel every detail.
......has made me want to visit this amazing place. I love your choice of illustration. I wish I could give you 10.
Tess
illustarion and your
wonderful poetry are
a match made in heaven.
A Breathtaking piece.
~ J
I really don't see what is great about this. Similar to anonymous comment, bland words. The picture is nice - perhaps even better it there is personal relevance - but then I see lots and lots of really great pictures. I almost suspect rather than just black and white, there is a degree on brown on some proboscises. . . .
I like the organic command at the finish, and "by the passion of the tides by the tenderness/of maritime weapons" is a wonderful image!
Fly
Here it has the feel of the eternal
Unceasing actions continuing almost with conscious purpose;
Looking at these photos on my flat screen display I find that by looking at them at differing angles I can see different elements not normally visible in a print or without adjusting intensity levels on the display; they almost have a life of their own.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.
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