SHE LIES AS SHE FELL

Somewhere in the middle of Montana

Amazing textures somewhere in the middle of Montana.

I think I recognize the species, it's called windospinraptor. Their extinction was caused by them getting dizzy. Nicely taken photo; it could be posted on the tombstone. Cheers, Micheal

Funny title, because seeing it in the thumbnail, it looked like a woman face.....and you called it a SHE;-))... It is an interesting composition, as well as a rusty ellement, it is a good green tomb....I wonder what is it and the bright ellements in semi circle on the R. is it glass? You have an eye my friend!( took me time to discover you ....)

..."she lies as she fell, no longer a whirling twirling story to tell, spun into oblivion by a solar powered pump, now crowned by weeds in some Ranchers dump, she no longer graces the skies on legs long and tall, she's now tetherd to the Earth after her disgraceful fall, no longer the Queen of the windy realm above, she misses the sun and sky she did love, no longer with ravens and eagles does she fly, she just lays there rusting and I cry". SS

Jack: Thanks. It's a bit more processed than you normally like, but I went for the distant past and dreamy nostalgia look.

 

Micheal: Just whose tombstone you talking about here? I'm having my ashes dropped out of an airplane over your place, with the hopes that all that V8 energy will reincarnate me into a Canadian photographer. LOL

 

pnina: it is a windmill that has fallen to the ground and is missing half of its rotors. These are used in arid areas of the U.S. to pump water. Funny you mentioned the similarity in the thumbnail to a woman. If I twist the title around, I could make it, "She Lies, So She's on the Ground." Or, there is always, "She Lies & She Fell." I know, booooooooo!

 

Susan: If you keep making up cowboy poems and posting them on my pics, someday I will be able to take them and make a book. Thanks, girl. I'm sure you recognize this relic from somewhere in Montana.

Haiku it is not ;-))... a poem it is... David is right, nicely written!

the windmill's tombstone, of course. No dude, I ain't going to have the ashes of your body falling into my glass of V8. Behave yourself or you will re-incarnate as a pocket digicam. Cheers, Micheal

 

Processing itself I have no problem with (look at me admiration for Kent's work); I'm not a photographic purist. I'm only bothered when I can see the "man behind the curtain".

Good point, Jack, I didn't mean to paint you with the one size fits all brush. Sorry.