Photography

Find the snow geese high above. The old pines frame the sky.

The silence of the dwindling light is broken by the wings of the owl. The beaver diligently builds his home with mud from the bank. Song birds rustle in the blueberry bushes. The woods are alive around me.

The distant splashes of her steps slowly advance. Vegetation dances in the gentle breeze of first light. Her ears twitch constantly. Her eyes find my skin in the morning rays. She is gone.

The moons shines but I am in the darkness of the field. The cold air carries my smell and the deer vanish. Crunch. Crunch. The snow beneath my feet. Clouds race across the sky.

Water is frozen and the leaves are gone. Song birds are search for remaining seeds. Tracks line the snow. The animals are absent.

The chorus of birds hush the whisper of the reeds. The trees sway. Bark shifts against my back.

The forest floor waits for the rays of the sun to dislodge to chill of the night. Birds begin their day and I wait with the activity around me.

Water cut through the rock. I follow the path of the deer over the hills as the leaves begin to change their colors.

Geese fly overhead and squirrels move below. The sun brushes the clouds with its glow.