september stroll

i went for a walk and was feeling kind of high

when i came upon a creek that was bluer than the sky

in the woods, i saw autumn slowly creeping up a tree

at the lake, this stupid goose wouldn’t stop mooning me

i finally grew tired and headed home to rest

as the sun sank slowly in the west

–photos by me

Trail Mix

I’m always exploring new trails, and I’ve come to find that every trail has its own feel–its own personality.

Some are bathed in dappled light,

While others reach a lofty height;

Some are old roads, all grown-in,

And some are downright alien.

–Photos by me