Weaving words of grace and gratitude through the tapestry of my photographs, I invite you to walk this trail of Photo Poetry, as I seek words to clothe my images, and write poems to enhance your awareness.
Would you like to walk with me along this path of words? While the Astilbe thrust their pink towers from the perennial garden;
while the Pileated Woodpecker cackles while hidden deep in the woods;
while the cumulus bulge white mounds into the afternoon sky;
while the hummingbird sips sweet liquid while hovering on a blur of wings; while cloud shadows race across the fields trying to catch the wind; while summer quickens, ripens, and opens this invitation to walk, to watch, to wonder.
kept urging my words to form into lines to echo the sound; but the clear notes bursting from this small brown bird, at first suspended, then falling through the shapeless air, were so pure, so full of grace; it was impossible to transcribe his song, sung from the echoing space of clear canyon air,
onto these pages; flat, white, and hungry for words, impossible to honor this holy dimension.