Autumn Movement - Carl Sandburg
I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.
The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman,
the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.
The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes,
new beautiful things
come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the
old things go,
not one lasts.
Fine art photographer with a background in photojournalism, commercial photography, and art history. - Still life images inspired by nature, life, death, light, and oddities.