This shot keeps pulling me back in. Some time ago, a colleague (the fierce Texan) once said something about the scene reminding her of a T.S. Eliot poem. I know the poem well, and will reproduce it (in part) here for comparison:
LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
The complete poem is here.
It seems that I captured that spread-out sky and somehow I caught the mood of Eliot’s poem. Hudson views are frequently amazing if not dramatically unique; however, I’ve not seen many evening skies like that.
Regarding the “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” it is difficult to believe that he wrote the poem in his mid-20s and published it at 27 years of age.