Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Open skies

The skies around New Orleans got angry and punch their chest and billowed their clouds. They swarmed around the sun and blew out its light. But they couldn't keep up their ire, so that the sun was able to break through and regain its strength. In the end the winds pushed the clouds away over the sunset and the night came up pink and golden, then purple.

--steve buser

10 comments:

Wanda said...

What you capture in picture and words leaves me breathless!!

Awesome work.

Blognote said...

Wow...WOW! Magnificent!

Deslilas said...

Wonderful . Thanks to you and Mother nature (or the Great Architect of the Universe).

Halcyon said...

Gorgeous!

babooshka said...

Wonderful image and the descriptive text is marvellous. You really are very talented.

Jilly said...

Stunning photograph - and commentary. Absolutely fabulous, Steve.

Abraham Lincoln said...

Incredible photograph. Did you end up getting a belly washer?

Kelly said...

Steve, your photos are always excellent, but I always enjoy your poetic posts! Thank you!

Rosy said...

Wow what a wonderful capture!

Professor said...

Fantastic. such bliss.