Thursday, May 26, 2011
With surging clouds that ebb and flow
Cobalt skies grow golden hued
Whilst a caliginous sheath grows.
Hence the shadows cross the daylight
Ne'er will the birds take flight
Only owls shall fly by night
Lightning stings and rain will bite
In the imminent midnight.
pfff this poem is crap. I took this picture and a couple more in the late evening, and it was so weird. The light was actually yellow. Everything looked really... Saturated.
Yes, I'm a hipster. Bye<3