"THE mountain brows, the rocks, the peaks, are sleeping,
Uplands and gorges hush!
The thousand moorland things are stillness keeping;
The beasts under each bush
Crouch, and the hivèd bees
Rest in their honeyed ease;
In the purple sea fish lie as they were dead,
And each bird folds his wing over his head."
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go2stones (40) 2007-07-07 18:07
I think you have captured the essence of the poem. Nature and the bench are merging. Nature has already taken over the figure of the boy. Good clear shot. Nice composition. Reid
mcenteesalas (1616) 2007-07-14 23:09
Hi Jordan, I know what you mean, it is similar but never the less it conveys a message of its own, what I see in this picture is that no matter how much man tries to change nature to suit him it will always be there ever present ready to reclaim all back.
I like your composition but look at the workshop that I done for you, just a few improvements, see what you think. Salas