His Last.
A tribute to William Grant one of the
first pioneers of Arctic Photography.
Afternoon light, heavy with whiteness
tightened its grip on
icicles hanging from every branching
pine tree and roof.
The ground under-foot looked crusted
but collapsed when
gaining confidence, so plunged William
knee-deep in part slush.
Happiness surrounded this old beardy
hunter who bent grisly
head back to let out manic laughter as,
fumbling he got one final
camera-shot of that called "Wilderness"
After longtime experience,
taught by arctic condtions amid viscous
unwrinkled cold sea-top
sheltering frost-grey mountainous land
for geese-skein welcome
during migration an aged photographer
laid himself down, waved
farewell breathing his last courageously.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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And a fine tribute this is to William Grant Fay. Much like my all-time favorite photographer Ansel Adams, Grant was a master in his field. Wonderful write Fay. Maybe I'll have to do one for Adams too.
A superb write Fay
Wonderful write Fay.
So well written and beautifully formed this fine tribute, Fay! He would be quite gratified, I'm sure.
Thanks FAY ~ An awesome photo (says it all !) and a fine tribute ! People who Photograph ~ Paint and Write about NATURE (like William Grant) and those who Film & Televise it (like David Attenborough) bring us closer to GOD than most sermons ! Thanks for caring and sharing ~ Christmas Hugs ~ BRIAN @@@
And what a fine tribute this is, Fay! Grant was a master photographer, you Fay are a master writer.
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