Photo Prompts #4

More prompts from Clare:  

Sunday was Photo & Quote. 
Cheating slightly by adding an old photo which I took for a challenge a few years ago - I had set this poem as inspiration - so it's my rather lengthy quote. I had something else in mind but couldn't pull it together.

Ars Poetica

BY ARCHIBALD MACLEISH

A poem should be palpable and mute   

As a globed fruit,

Dumb

As old medallions to the thumb,

Silent as the sleeve-worn stone

Of casement ledges where the moss has grown—

A poem should be wordless   

As the flight of birds.

                         *               

A poem should be motionless in time   

As the moon climbs,

Leaving, as the moon releases

Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,

Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,   

Memory by memory the mind—

A poem should be motionless in time   

As the moon climbs.

                         *               

A poem should be equal to:

Not true.

For all the history of grief

An empty doorway and a maple leaf.

For love

The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea—

A poem should not mean   

But be.

I've used this poem in the past both for card and photo inspiration challenges. I had great fun back then finding as many suitable images as possible. Here's one of them - and I also snapped a photo on a weekday morning this week for the moon behind the winter leaves - only the tree is bare. Snapped quickly with my phone because the bus was due in one minute.

Monday: Sky - I took the view down the river on Monday morning. It's not always easy to get good skies in the city! So often it's just grey and dull but Monday morning was better than most. And then on Tuesday I was waiting for the bus along the river instead of at my usual stop, and snapped a couple of rainbow shots. And on Wednesday, stormy light in the morning made for dramatic colour contrasts.

Tuesday: Beer. This was an easy one for me! 

Beer in the making, our Christmas brew, one of the craft beer pubs in town.

And just for fun, a couple of photos from a work project back in December. By the time we broke for lunch, there must have been close to 200 glasses on the table, some stacked up to three high. And not a drop spilled. And oh my, I remember the weather that day - it was atrocious. Even with all the lights on it was still dull and gloomy.

Wednesday: trees. My first thought...

But the light was good as I walked out from town this morning. I've taken similar shots before, I love the red brick wall with the evergreens, and the bare trees added lovely contrast.

Since this is a photo-heavy post, I'll go ahead and publish it now, and finish the last prompts for the month of next week instead of making a weekend post.

Adding the poem seems to have weirded my formatting - sorry!