Cleveland sunrise Lake Erie July 28, 2010 – foto by Smith

Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze

Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears

(from the play Fiddler on the Roof – 1964 – music by Jerry Bock, lyrics by Sheldon Harnick, book by Joseph Stein)

[ interesting juxtaposition – the men sing of young daughters growing up beautiful while growing away (harvested by others), while the women sing the endless cycle of joy and pain ]

First of July, wife and I and a slew of relatives and friends went out on a boat on Lake Erie and watched the sun set over the water and I got some gorgeous fotos.

Got more today (in reverse) because we got up at 4 in the morning (which is the title of a great, sad, slow, sentimental, sorta sappy soap opera song by Leonard Cohen I used to drool over) and drove down to the lake to watch the sun rise. Got there early because the sky begins to lighten about an hour before official sunrise (6:18 this morn).

We were alone on the beach except for a lone female duck that followed us around talking to us, and eventually an aggressive gang of seagulls who felt the predawn dock was theirs.

Right at sunrise, another photographer appeared. Don’t know what he got, but here’s my morning.

Cleveland sunrise Lake Erie July 28, 2010 – fotos by Smith

5 Responses

  1. i don’t know why but i could make a dead dog look attractive.

    i’ve been thinking about my eye, my art eye, my sense of place and space and balance and grace in fotos and assemblages and i realize i never did anything to have this. it was just there and i used and appreciated it and maybe refined it a bit but the basic gift or talent was simply there, independent of me or my desires or what i did.

    i love doing this but in a way can’t take credit because i don’t do it, it does me.

    maybe my real gift is in going along.

    but thank you just the same for appreciating.

  2. beautiful thanks for sharing

    Setting moon

    drivin’ to work
    toward the morning sun
    her twinkling smile

    I slid back
    eased off the gas
    cruised down a road

    bein’ built anew.

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