I went for a walk around Thompson Dam, a reservoir that is close to where I live. It should be only 8 miles, but I got lost a few times, so only heaven knows how far I really hiked. On the walk went with me Ernest Bloch, the great mid-20th century composer on the headphones, my camera in hand and the need for a poem I wanted to write.
I have tried in these photographs to capture the moods of the day: the cool greens under the trees and near the water, the bright sunniness of the day otherwise, and the incredible goldeness that the trail was suffused with for a few brief moments as the sun started to go down. The last half mile of the hike was in near total darkness. All I could hear was the harrumphs of the frogs and the calls of the loons, but these don’t record that well on a photograph. The flash of the fireflies was also too random and too brief to catch. Believe me, I tried!
The poem I started to write that day, A lesson in photography, is also now posted. Click on the poem title if you’d like to read it.
Before viewing the photographs, I would also like to invite you to visit the poetry blog, the Book of Pain. Thank you for dropping by the Book of Bokeh.
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