Mr. D did not forget Sinful Sunday this week. And I’m pretty proud of His results, I have to say. The lighting for these was produced by a headlamp on my head (of all things) in a dark room. I guess when you are amateurs and do not have true photography equipment or a special room with special lighting, you do what you must to create certain effects. It did take a little photoshop-ing, as well.
There Is A Budding Morrow In Midnight
Wintry boughs against a wintry sky;
Yet the sky is partly blue
And the clouds are partly bright:–
Who can tell but sap is mounting high
Out of sight,
Ready to burst through?
Winter is the mother-nurse of Spring,
Lovely for her daughter’s sake,
Not unlovely for her own :
For a future buds in everything;
Grown, or blown,
Or about to break.