Catching Up

Three photos from May that I never posted; followed by a June day in an old cemetery next to a church that was established in 1829, and then today in Celery Bog


May:

 

Greenhill cemetery, June:

 

 

Celery Bog, prairie grass area, late June:
  

 

April, Part Deux

 

 

 

 

 

April

Getting my Photo Mojo Back

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Year Later...

It's been nearly a year since my last post. Reasons why aren't really important; I'm just happy to be out with a camera again and looking forward to regular posting again!

Yellow is the color of late summer...











I'm learning a new camera and still having some trouble with getting the sharp focus I want (which is me, not the camera; it's much heavier than what I've been using so I'm adjusting to handling it to minimize movement) but I'm working on it and will post whatever doesn't embarrass me too much.

Autumn Poem

One of my favorite poets...

Autumn Movement
Carl Sandburg

I CRIED over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman,
the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.

The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes,
new beautiful things come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind,
and the old things go, not one lasts.