Morning web creates a strange maze. Fillmore Glen Park, Moravia NY.
Latest
Toward the Sun
Cloud goes up to eat the sun. He almost succeeded.
Crow in Sycamore Tree
When a crow and its shadow become one.
Memory
A friend of 19 years passed away late Sunday night, April 12, 2015. This is dedicated to him.
May your soul be free, flying higher than the clouds,
May your spirit ride the wind, to places never dreamt of… till now…
(Image is two sandhill cranes, flying over the Marsh. Rare birds for this area. It felt like a sign.)
Intersection
Droplets of rain cling like teary cruor torn from the sky. They pause at the intersection of wood and air, within cold thorny branches intersecting space and time.
Black Dotted Sky
Like shadows painted on the sky, this canvas made of clouds,
Dark silhouettes sped through the air, faster then eyes could follow.
March Sunset
The day closed with a chilly breeze. A peaceful silence embraced the lake. Birds left their songs for another day and sought the warmth of some nearby shrub or tree.
March Heron
The lake was overflowing that day, but this traveler seemed to think the conditions were perfect.
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