when sea and sky
are all i see,
a peace of mind
comes over me;
the view, somehow
assumes control–
it smooths my brow
and soothes my soul
–photo by me
the view
Month: November 2023
senryu 67
from dust we were made
and to dust we shall return–
stay soggy, my friends
-photo by me
dancing spirits
water spirits
rise up from the river
to gather for
a moment in the sun;
water vapor
helps them hold a form
long enough to
dance for everyone
–photos by me
wordless wednesday 11/15/23
–photos by me
Limerick 68
I was out for a morning drive when
A pick-up truck bumped my rear-end;
It was just Shep and Rover
Telling me to pull over–
I’d forgotten to feed them again.
–Photo by me
Outside the Lines
It may look like I’m taking this picture while standing in the middle of the river, but that’s because the riverbank of solid igneous rock (which takes up more than half of the shot) just happens to resemble the rushing waters.
I often see this in nature; one thing spills over into another. Perhaps Mother Nature is getting a little careless in her old age.
boundaries get blurred
whenever mother nature
paints outside the lines
–Photo by me
Shot of the Day
Slowly, the massive, battle-scarred buck
Steps out of the woods and into my range.
It’s rutting season now, and his neck is
Grossly swollen with the thick muscles
He’s acquired by rubbing and scraping
His antlers on everything he runs into.
This one is a real scrapper, for sure,
All jacked up on male testosterone
And ready to do battle if necessary.
I line up my sights and take aim.
He hears the click and bounds away,
But it’s already too late–
I got my Shot of the Day.
–Photo by me
old trains
rumbling and grumbling,
old iron ore trains
wind through the woods
with their aches and their pains;
huffing and puffing,
they still carry on,
stealing the show–
and then they are gone.
–photo by me
haiku 162
lakeshore in autumn–
a slice of heavenly pie
between lake and sky
–photo by me
wordless wednesday 11/8/23
–photos by me (except the last one)
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