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Showing posts with label Bradford Pear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bradford Pear. Show all posts

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Twist and Shout




"For you shall go out in joy and be led back in peace; the mountains and the hills before you shall burst into song, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands." 
(Isaiah 55:12)

Photonotes: Bradford Pear.  1 second or so exposure with twist and shout zooming.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Confection 3/27/08



















“Powder keg” – all pictures © by Kirk Jordan

I’m running a tad late. Today’s Mighty Work features more of our March 7th snow, in Little Rock, Arkansas, and a snow of another kind, a week later. (Some snow comes from above, some snow comes from within.)

The top Snow pics are taken just off of interstate 430, near the Maumelle exit ramp. Final two pictures are of a Bradford Pear, near a Kroger Store parking lot in Conway, Arkansas.


Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Half Dome: 121907



















Dome Zone and "Moment" poem (c) by Kirk Jordan

Today's Mighty Work features the back side of the Arkansas State Capitol, photographed chronologically from early November to mid December, with the Maples in the first frame giving way to the late falling Bradford Pear in the latter. With exception of the storm pic, each photo depicts the glow of the setting sun, as cast upon the western face.

As is, Christmas time is a special high use time for the Capitol, as thousands upon thousands of school children come and offer gifts of choral song. And while I have gotten a bit used to it, there are those moments (like the one referenced below ) in which the seasonal mill gives way to the truly awe inspiring.



Moment. 11/30/2001, 12:61PM


Today

The planets stood in line
like a key in a lock
and the stars spelled out
fantastical words.

Today, for one brief moment,
no one bled, and the dailies
all fell silent as the bullets shimmied
backward up the barrels.

Today, on my lunch break
a choir of
local teenage angels from the Benton High-school choral
sang
to a crowd of five,
lifting splendiferous voices like
some organic pipe-organ
into the dome,
and singing:

Oh, come let us adore Him.

Today there
was an extra minute
on the clock.

Unrecorded,
Borrowed from

Tomorrow.