Sunday March 19, 2023

It's Sunday Morning

Fredericksburg and its surrounding environs are stunning in their beauty. But sometimes our abundance blinds us to what’s before use. Dean Bowers lives in Illinois just 10 miles south of the Wisconsin border. And for years, he’s been photographing sunrises, sunsets, and clouds as observed from his home. The land is relatively flat, and to someone driving by or flying over, it would be easy to think there’s little here to see. Over the course of his long life (he spent 45 years working outdoors on cable; he’s been married for 43 years; and has 2 children and 7 grandchildren) his photos expose just how wrong that view is. And remind us that sometimes more beauty is discovered by relentlessly focusing on a narrow field, instead of being overwhelmed by a wide field.

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At Sunrise

Now the stars have faded
In the purple chill,
Lo, the sun is kindling
On the eastern hill.

Tree by tree the forest
Takes the golden tinge,
As the shafts of glory
Pierce the summit's fringe.

Rock by rock the ledges
Take the rosy sheen,
As the tide of splendor
Floods the dark ravine.

Like a shining angel
At my cabin door,
Shod with hope and silence,
Day is come once more.

Then, as if in sorrow
That you are not here,
All his magic beauties
Gray and disappear.

by Bliss Carman (1861 - 1929)

Will your photos be next?

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