Today, we had a nature walk. But first, a poem:
“O sweet spontaneous”
O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
prurient philosophers pinched
has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
to the incomparable
couch of death thy
them only with
e e cummings
Highway in the hills.Empty roads are asking for a picture.
So many paths to take… The sun had to say hello through the clouds.Taking in the landscape.
Trees of all shapes and sizes.Sometimes you have to lay on your belly…
To get a change of perspective. Oh sweet, little puddles. Trains and barges. Spring has sprung (a little bit early!). Winter’s last moments…The smallest things.What beautiful, bare trees.
Of death and growth. Hanging on. Gathering knowledge. Sludgy, lovely pond. Stone walls will never go out of fashion. Little adventure seekers. Finding “the shot”Catherine Creek in all her beauty.Clovers for March.
Everybody should have a trusty pair of boots.
All business.Water break. “Whats is this things?” Rusty pop cans are surprisingly photogenic. Smokey says. We shall never know.Sounds like a cool guy.
Splish. Splash.In the brambles.Getting the shot.What a fine day at Catherine Creek.