Come walk with me
into the early morning mist.
See the wonder
of the silent earth
slowly lifting her veil,
revealing ethereal beauty
just for us.
Be forever
transformed.
Photos taken early on Tuesday, May 15, 2018 on the beach in Fennville, MIchigan. We had a thunderstorm the night before and there was a heavy fog. I couldn't help noticing its silencing effect on everything. Even the colors were muted.
Photo Journal
Thief
Bandit-
Sneaking under
my window; stealing seed
meant for birds. Looking at me with such
innocence.
Fennville, MI - May 8, 2018 - I was sitting at the table working when i caught motion out of the corner of my eye and then the saw the bird feeder wobbling. This little raccoon shook the feeder and a bunch of seed fell on the ground and he just hung around and ate while i took pictures. He is fearless.
Spirit Bird
Took this photo on April 30, 2018 at South Beach in Miami, Florida. The pelicans were flying toward me, then directly in front, then past and when I aimed directly in front - they passed before the sun and the picture was totally overexposed. At first, I thought i'd get rid of the photo - but then I liked it. It looks a little haunting. And I found this poem:
Haunted Seas
By Cale Young Rice
A gleaming glassy ocean
Under a sky of grey;
A tide that dreams of motion,
Or moves, as the dead may;
A bird that dips and wavers
Over lone waters round,
Then with a cry that quavers
Is gone—a spectral sound.
The brown sad sea-weed drifting
Far from the land, and lost;
The faint warm fog unlifting,
The derelict long tossed,
But now at rest—though haunted
By the death-scenting shark,
Whose prey no more undaunted
Slips from it, spent and stark.