I am newly fascinated with Bulb Photography. I think the way the light moves across the photo is both beautiful and inspiring to an artist like myself. These are my first attempts at Bulb Photography while traveling on the highway.
I was listening To time passing Slipping quietly Past falling feet And coffee cups Candles and kisses Sheets of paper Shuffled fingers Dripping slyly Fleeing shyly Minutes Move Away -Grim Farmer
In spring of youth it was my lot To haunt of the wide world a spot The which I could not love the less- So lovely was the loneliness Of a wild lake, with black rock bound, And the tall pines that towered around.
But when the Night had thrown her pall Upon that spot, as upon all, And the mystic wind went by Murmuring in melody- Then- ah then I would awake To the terror of the lone lake.
Yet that terror was not fright, But a tremulous delight- A feeling not the jewelled mine Could teach or bribe me to define- Nor Love- although the Love were thine.
Death was in that poisonous wave, And in its gulf a fitting grave For him who thence could solace bring To his lone imagining- Whose solitary soul could make An Eden of that dim lake. Edgar Allan Poe