A bitter wind sent me seeking shelter in a sparse clump of trees.
I stop in a patch of last summer’s thistles.
Flattened by hooves and winter snow, wispy white flower heads survive.
Thistledown
Sharing the wild
Sharing the wild
A bitter wind sent me seeking shelter in a sparse clump of trees.
I stop in a patch of last summer’s thistles.
Flattened by hooves and winter snow, wispy white flower heads survive.
The Lens and I 
These plants seem to be speaking to you through your camera lens…am I right? 🙂 Because the poems you share are delightful!
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Hi Edward
Thanks for your kind words. Do plants speak to me? I guess they do!
On your Home page you write: “A walk in the landscape is about unforeseen discoveries.”
True words. It is heart-wounding that so many of us have lost the ability to wonder, to be awe-struck, to feel our breath stop in amazement and joy.
I am especially drawn to the small, often unnoticed bits — the “walk-bys” as I think of them. Things we have tuned out (if we ever tuned in).
It’s for my own heart’s ease that I wander with my camera. If I make time to stop, look and ponder, I am never disappointed.
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I like that–the ‘walk-bys’–if only we look. It is free and, if I am not mistaken, does not pollute. And it does not require a credit rating either! 🙂
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And available 24/7. 🙂
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Definitely!
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