Glowing World

After doing the usual household cleaning and laundry (if I ever inherit money win a lottery, the first thing I'm doing is hiring a housekeeper, domestic goddess I am not), I ventured into Photoshop and tried out an exercise called the Orton effect. It causes a slightly blurred, mythic feeling to a photo. Perfect. In my creative ventures I tend to have a more myopic point of view. I get enough of the real world in my job, this is the balance. There was also time to work on my niece Amanda's senior pictures I took. She liked the first group that I toned, so she may like the Orton effect.

I came across a Yeats poem that fit this line of thought:

The Song of Wandering Aengus

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my names;
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

-W.B. Yeats