Monday, April 28, 2014

August Nights

           
                                ... sneaking out a window to where the horses wait 

                                                                                                          ... bridles jingling in dark grass

                 ... blue moon on a dirt road 

                                                    ... slow ache of an August night







Photograph by Josef Bartuska  (1898-1963)

6 comments:

  1. Tantalizing story in just a few words!

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  2. Rich words. Such a wonderful passage. So descriptive that I feel as if I'm there. Full of hope, mystery, and fantasy. Thanks!

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