The summer meadow early 'morning
And on a sigh that carried him
A little yellow butterfly flies by.
Lord, had it been left at that.
M. Vasalis
I also made this sunny picture to accompany this poem. Two photo's that together represent one the poem for me.
In photoshop, the two photo's were superimposed and merged. The butterfly was originally orange.
I used to say: if I can't dance anymore I'm going to paint, that's photography, painting with light... Read more…