stanza
1 · the bleed A road vanishing into fog between dark trees

Haze and vista

2 · the line alone

A Farm Picture

Through the ample open door of the peaceful country barn,A sunlit pasture field with cattle and horses feeding,And haze and vista, and the far horizon fading away.

3 · the offset pair
A porch’s columns, the valley in fog beyond

To You

Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me?And why should I not speak to you?

Columns along a porch rail, a road below in mist
4 · the contact sheet
ten frames, in the order taken
1▸1AA wet road curving under a grey sky, seen through a windshield
2▸2AA road bending down a green hillside
3▸3AA road past a fence and a small house
4▸4AA road curving through bare trees, raindrops on the glass
5▸5AA road bending past a house beneath tall trees
6▸6ABare trees through rain on glass
7▸7ATrees and hills blurred by raindrops
8▸8AA field and a fence, a red barn far off
9▸9AA field below wooded hills
10▸10ADry corn stalks before a hillside
5 · the color turn
Dry corn stalks before a hillside
the page has taken its color from this picture
6 · the pin-and-pass
A white house with porches, a great tree in fog

Twilight

The soft voluptuous opiate shades,

The sun just gone, the eager light dispell’d—(I too will soon be gone, dispell’d,)

A haze—nirwana—rest and night—oblivion.

The open road

Pictures by Todd Stabley. Words by Walt Whitman, from Leaves of Grass.