reflection
Category: sky
a hazy moon on a stormy night
the clouds move out
and the air’s gone quiet
photographed june 4, 2020
freedom
blue sky and formless clouds.
A couple of hawks circle and glide
in the wide open air,
high,
high,
high above me,
high above the tallest trees.
photographed april 29, 2020
quiet evening
up towards the sky
looking up through the trees in my back yard
just as it was getting dark
the moon
moonlit
dappled
With fewer opportunities to take new pictures,
I might be posting more photos from other years.
Right now, I think I’d rather give you
a picture of yesterday’s green trees and blue skies
than today’s gray clouds.
Stay well all.
trees
“Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.”
― Kahlil Gibran
winter evening
