I do not write poetry,
But sometimes, my pictures are poetic.
Mother Nature puts the elements together,
all I have to do is frame it with my camera,
and the world can see how beautiful it is here in the forest.
Light and shadow,
movement and reflection,
can't you just hear how it laughs on it's way downstream?
With light and shadow,
come color,
Red Georgia clay,
somehow paints the waters yellow,
in a South Carolina creek,
Water sparkles on it's way down the hill,
Then widens to a gentle flow,
shadows from the trees,
soft evening light,
my camera is ready.
I have a new friend. Her name is Josephine. She does not live here in the forest with us, but she does live with a good friend of mine so I get to see her quite often.
She likes the camera and seems ever so willing to pose.
As you can see from the view, she is a town cat. Right now she appears to be contemplating mayhem. Isn't she a pretty kitty?
Hope you are having a warm and lovely weekend.
Cheers,
Kat
