Tuesday, November 29, 2011

After Degas

After Autumn's grand ballet,
A final flower lingers on the stage ...
Her faded finery flutters . . .
Pas de valse . . .  en l' air. . . adage . . .
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12 comments:

Sue P said...

You never cease to amaze me, Vicki. What an eye.

Ms. A said...

I love her tutu!

Martin said...

I was immediately thinking 'after day-glo'. What a colour!

Alan Burnett said...

If only death and decay was always that beautiful : but I suppose in some ways it is - we can never achieve sufficient distance.

Sam @ My Carolina Kitchen said...

Tres belle.
Sam

Brian Miller said...

one last little bow...like the ballet allusions...

vacuum cleaner said...

Wow
simply wonderful!
Keep Posting
Vaccum Cleaners

Mama-Bug said...

simple and wonderful! Such a sweet photo this morning.

Jill said...

Beautiful!

Deanna said...

I immediately thought of my mother as the years took its toll.

Linda@VS said...

Lovely thoughts and images. Thanks, Vicki.

Kath said...

What a gift to see the world through your eyes!