In the California night There lies a stadium so bright In the distances lies a mountain range Cars driving on the highway interchange The faint clouds lurking in the sky Not a single bird flies by Until we meet again in daylight In the California night.
Here is my Daily Create for today, a poem based on this camera
Is it smoke or is it mist?
that reaches up like a fist,
that rises from the grass to the sky,
covering the trees that stretch high
In the hills, is it raining heavy
or is it just the clouds that carry
the weight of the world around
silencing the earth to no sound?
Quiet.
Dreary.
Gray.
I don’t really have a lot to say about this one. I just thought it was really interesting how I wasn’t sure if it was mist or smoke, and what story that tells? Regardless, I thought the image looked sort of sad, so I wanted to depict that. All I know is that I am not a fan of writing poetry.