Brief. August. Fragile.
Soon to be cut away by autumn’s scythe, hidden momentarily beneath the curved and rolling horizon.
This fleeting moment—captured and displayed and made tangible—robs death of its annual conquest.
A pleasant reminder of the importance of the now, of our shared transience, of our eventual and communal oblivion.
Photograph and prose copyright Mike Yost 2016
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Beautiful image. I’m surprised how well this works in b&w.
Thanks! B&W has a habit of surprising me often.
Mike you’re welcome. Also thank you for following my blog.
Mike, I really love your photography! I’m so glad that you found my blog as it allowed me to discover your work. Cheers 😀
I love your work as well, as you have a knack for capturing narratives with your camera. Thanks for sharing your art!
Awww, cheers Mike…your kind words mean a lot 😀