Waiting at the forests edge
The valley filled with fog
Go don’t go
In a mile the sun comes out
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Winter Trees
In the Winter trees we may see meaning beyond words.
Fractal Patterns exposed.
One quiet morning
Is just seems easier to hear when there is less noise.
At Forests Edge
Waiting at the forests edge
The valley filled with fog
Go don’t go
In a mile the sun comes out
When it becomes clear…
There is time enough to listen to the reflection spoken by a lake.
One quiet morning
Is just seems easier to hear when there is less noise.
When the journey is over
When it all gets fuzzy and memories fade away it’s time to go again
and while a photograph is worth 1,000 words the journey required none.
Photographs of Iceland, 2013
Winter Trees
In the Winter trees I see meaning beyond words. Fractal Patterns exposed.
At Forests Edge
Waiting at the forests edge
The valley filled with fog
Go don’t go
In a mile the sun comes out
Feral
Once domestic but now free, an apple tree thrives when left to grow on it’s own terms underneath an old cottonwood tree. Something to aspire to….. and boy did those apples make a fine pie.
nature has no boss 
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