Friday, August 14, 2009

Holy Willie



Here Holy Willie’s sair worn clay
Taks up its last abode;
His saul has taen some other way—
I fear, the left-hand road.


Robert Burns


I took this picture lying flat on my back under the fig tree in our backyard. The idea is a substitute for one I had a couple of days ago — namely, to visit an old cemetery in the area and photograph the sky looking up from a grave through a mossed-covered oak. Drained of most of their color, these leaves look almost like hands.

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Update:
“Holy Willie” added to Penny Thoughts and Photographs.

4 comments:

don't be emily said...

Escher-esque.
word verification: drawkie

William Michaelian said...

Interesting. At this point, I’d settle for esque.

vazambam said...

In Greece, the shade of the fig tree is to be avoided--don't ask me why--maybe it has something to do with the milk the tree exudes--does this have something to do with the fig leaf that our great-great-great-great-great (you get the picture) grandfather Adam wore to cover up the workings of his organ? Beats me!

William Michaelian said...

Ha! — I wonder. Growing up, I heard no such wisdom/warning about fig shade from the old-timers in the family. We had a massive Black Mission fig when I was a kid, and I loved spending time under it. Maybe that’s why I’m so warped today.