Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Winter Logs


WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE:
Winter

When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipp’d and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-whit;
Tu-who, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson’s saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marion’s nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-whit;
Tu-who, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

PHOTOGRAPHER'S JOURNAL: The winter never passes without scenes that remind me of Shakespeare's poem. I know I've quoted it before, but Blogger no longer lets me search the full text of my blog at once. That means it's time to quote it again. It probably helps to know that the hissing "crabs" are crab apples. To make an image that captures even a small part of what Shakespeare ignites is a noble accomplishment. I keep trying.

4 comments:

JoAnn's-D-Eyes said...

Hi Ted,
Thanks for showing (is is cold? ) I also love the poem (with Joann my name in it , its not me I quess) , winter has its charme yes I know... I publiced another "cold picture"enjoy your week/weekend,

Creative greetings from JoAnn /Holland

Ted Roth said...

Thanks for visiting, Joann. I'm going now to see what wonderful thing you've been working on lately.

Trotter said...

Enough Ted; enough of this rainy winter here... Imagine it if there was snow... ;)

Ted Roth said...

We are finally getting a bit of snow. I even coaxed a fellow photographer to stand and shoot in the blizzard with me. We hiked to the top of a nearby hill and couldn't see anything. I don't think he'll do that with me again.