I went for a walk
in the forest – it doesn’t matter
how I got there.
It was deep enough into January to sense
stillness
settled deep into the landscape – yet
a readiness was evident,
a quiet preparation for the green noise
that will soon fill the air.
I wandered down old paths,
camera in hand, drawn
to a wet poetry I sensed.
So:
photographs were taken – an appreciation
of stately cedar, still pond waters, lichen and fern,
the rusting, moss covered hulk of an old car
full of bullet holes.
And I returned with a picture poem of
place and time, filtered
through fog,
through water.
And
through the lenses of my
mind
eyes
and camera.
Dew
remembers Spider’s path…
water permeates
everywhere.
Photos taken on 1/19/14, in Marckworth State Forest, near Duvall, Washington, with a Panasonic Lumix G3 camera, kit lens (14 – 42mm, f 3.5), processed in Lightroom and OnOne Perfect Effects 4.
bluebrightly 
Very lovely. Our fog seems to have gone missing lately.
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Beautiful images and words. : )))
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A very lovely poem with equally lovely photos to go with it!
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A beautiful images and poem!
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Fine photos! You have been in a real forest… beautiful!
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Lots of forests around here – it’s a treat to be able to get into deep woods so easily. Thanks for your comment!
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Great images… weird sensations… touching words!
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Thank you Mala – I’m sorry I’m not able to read your blog because I imagine there are lovely words there –
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Amazing how the ferns grew right through those bullet holes! Nature is unstoppable.
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Totally! And metal being overrun by moss – it’s crazy!
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Words and images – the entire post is excellent Lynn!
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So glad you liked it Ken! Thank you.
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I love your ‘place and time’ filtered BB … so much tranquillity here .. the natural muted tones are lovely … and then just so you don’t forget there is the squishy green moss …
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Yes, really there has been a lot of fog lately, and the distant views are muted. But when you get close up, the Pacific northwest green is intense!
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Gorgeous!
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Lovely poem Lynn, both words and images. I especially liked your lines:
“…a quiet preparation for the green noise
that will soon fill the air.”
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And it will – thank you John!
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Wow, I have to get out in the forest and the fog more!
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I could hang around there for a very long time. Beautiful images, Lynn…very much so. 🙂
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🙂
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These images are pure poetry!!
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🙂
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What a wonderful sense of silence and hibernation, beautiful shots!!
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Thank you Patti – don’t you wish our worlds were just a quick hour’s drive apart? That would be great – we’d have the best of both worlds. But as it is, we have each other’s (and many others’) blogs, and we enjoy that!
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This is such an enchanting sensory experience…your words and pictures…I wish I could think of the superlative of “enchanting”
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So glad you stopped by and commented – that’s super enough! 🙂
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A poetic post in every sense – you feel as well as see and share your feelings so effectively.
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I’m glad you liked it – fog can be inspiring, as I’m sure you know!
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