Holy Willie

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Here Holy Willie’s sair worn clay
Taks up its last abode;
His saul has taen some other way—
I fear, the left-hand road.

Robert Burns

I took this picture lying flat on my back under the fig tree in our backyard. The idea is a substitute for one I had a couple of days ago — namely, to visit an old cemetery in the area and photograph the sky looking up from a grave through a mossed-covered oak. Drained of most of their color, these leaves look almost like hands.

August 14, 2009

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