
if you go hiking
to get away from it all–
you’ll bring it with you
be out there to be out there
and for no other reason
–photo by me

if you go hiking
to get away from it all–
you’ll bring it with you
be out there to be out there
and for no other reason
–photo by me

in the wilderness
we’re still under surveillance–
by mother nature
–photo by me

flamboyant maples
offset the austerity
of the stately pines
-photo by me

deep in the forest
our secrets are still not safe
from the babbling brook
if we want to keep secrets
we must hide them from ourselves
–photo by me

I love rugged old fences, so when I spotted one on the side of the road, I pulled over to take a picture. I would try to get a few of the horses in the shot, especially the colt hiding behind mama. Zooming in, I noticed the insulators and wire running down the length of it– my rustic gnarled fence was electric!
When I was a young boy, my family was visiting our cousins on their farm, and one of the older boys challenged us naive city slickers to pee on the electric fence. Well, I was having no part of that, but my brother was the type of person who just had to, for what reason, I’ll never know. And let me just say, there are those who claim you can’t get shocked that way, but there was no mistaking my brother’s extreme “discomfort”.
Anyway, that brings me to the Will Rogers quote:
“There are three kinds of men.
The ones who learn by reading,
The few who learn by observation,
And the rest of them, who have to pee
On the electric fence for themselves.”
–Photo by me

leaves are most lovely
when the beholder knows that
they’ll all soon be gone
–photo/art by me

inspiration
find a view
imagination
stir the stew
exasperation
what to do
determination
see it through
publication
start anew
–photo by me

while hiking through
a land unseen,
i stumbled on a view
where luscious hills
of verdant green
encradle waters blue
–photo by me

you can’t fool me, i got the chills
i know you’re hiding in the hills
if you tip-toe down too soon
summer’s work will go to ruin
everyone seems unaware
just the same, i know you’re there
you can’t fool me, i got the chills
i know you’re hiding in the hills
–photo by me

we wait for autumn
yet when it creeps up on us
we’re somehow surprised
–photo by me