Sundown

Monday, November 5, 2007

Profound thoughts aroused
under the intense twilight,
when day and night meet.

Posted by Mr. Queasy Filed in Haphazard Haiku, et al, poetry
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5 Responses to “Sundown”

  1. mittens Says:
    Tuesday, November 6, 2007 at 6:33 pm

    The lighting is delightful just after sunset, isn’t it? Especially when cloudy; the clouds filter the light like a dark blue layer set to exclusion.

  2. Mr. Queasy Says:
    Tuesday, November 6, 2007 at 6:48 pm

    haha, oh wow.

    When Blending options become metaphors, you know you have Photoshop intoxication.

    Traditional media, rinse and repeat.

  3. mittens Says:
    Tuesday, November 6, 2007 at 8:58 pm

    Come on, I was merely trying to appear sophisticated and modernistic.

    There’s much poetry in the subtleties of hex codes and the magic of cheap filters, as much as in the soft smudginess of graphite and the merging of watercolors on rough canvas paper.

  4. Mr. Queasy Says:
    Tuesday, November 6, 2007 at 9:11 pm

    I must admit… those magical rainbow gradients are worthy of being galloped by wondrous unicorns in a land where clouds are made cotton of candy and fields of sweet liquorice.

  5. mittens Says:
    Tuesday, November 6, 2007 at 9:24 pm

    And whimsical trains perambulate the endless skies.

    … And the passengers reach their hands out the windows and happily help themselves to some cotton candy clouds.

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