by Jennie Joy
A mind numbing shiver as your partner draws you in.
Carried along as he leads.
Spinning, swirling, whirling, whizzing, whipping across the plain.
A dance unlike the dances of the south.
Always so near as he guides and holds, resists and slides beside you.
Full of passion, he drives you.
The wind as your partner, you drift along to his every whim.
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Hi Jennie, and thanks for the comments. What a beautiful photo and poem! I’ll be watching for more :)Emma is just coming up on her eighth birthday. She was part of a spring litter of a friend’s adopted stray cat. (I think I was drawn to her because she was the quietest of the bunch.) That has changed, most notably when I am on the telephone. Either she thinks I’m talking to her, and is responding, or she knows I’m not talking to her and is peeved because she rants and meows until the conversation is over!As I reflect on my enjoyment of photography I am reminded of a photography project back in college, using traditional SLR equipment, that went horribly wrong. Maybe I’ll write about that some time. It was supposed to be, and eventually was, a photo journalism documentary on a transit system in the small town where I was attending college. Before it was completed I had called home, crying that I was sure I was going to fail my year, etc., etc. – but I managed to get it done and, while not remarkable, it got me a passing grade in that particular course. (I’ve never gone back to SLR cameras which is why I am so enthusiastic about photography when I’ve got my trusty digital – that looks like a professional SLR – with me!
NICE!