Saturday, June 6, 2009

Saturday Mantra II

The flow is going.

Photo for Jen who requested one of light "doing something with water"


Taken May 30, 2009.

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Friday, June 5, 2009

Everyday Bouquets

A forest is not the best place to find flowers. In fact, I see them mostly along the human-made breaks or by creeks. And those that I find are pretty common and not especially photogenic. So it's hard to explain why I find them so delightful -- maybe it's just the pleasure of an ordinary beauty.


Mock Orange Taken June 2, 2009.




Clockwise from left: clover, yarrow, bindweed

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Thursday, June 4, 2009

Light in the Forest

I am always fascinated by the play of light and shadow in the woods. It's my favorite summer time subject. Consider this fair warning. :)


Taken May 26, 2009.

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Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Life Imitates Art

Abstract Expressionism Edition


Taken , 2009.

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Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Deep Woods

Once almost all of Indiana was covered by forest so dense that settlers traveling through the woods wrote of going as long as three weeks without getting a glimpse of the sky. There's nothing like that now but sometimes I feel completely separated from everything but the woods that surround me. The settlers despaired of escaping their isolation; I, knowing how briefly I'll have it, revel in it.


Taken May 16, 2009

Taken May 24, 2009.
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Monday, June 1, 2009

Got Glow?


Taken May 19, 2009.


Taken May 19, 2009

Taken May 19, 2009.
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Sunday, May 31, 2009

Sunday Poetry Post

Getting myself to school on spring mornings is so hard. I see scenes like this one and just want to stay and watch the light change for a while.–You come too.



The Pasture
by Robert Frost

I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
I'll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I sha'n't be gone long.—You come too.

I'm going out to fetch the little calf
That's standing by the mother. It's so young,
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha'n't be gone long.—You come too.