Field Sprites

Bear Lake:  Photo by Noelle

Bear Creek Lake: Photo by Noelle

Late afternoon and they are the briefest flash. Light catchers snagging flames before dark. I don’t know who I was before I was the one who sees them. I suspect it doesn’t matter now. Once the heart sees it can never be truly blind again.

End of the Day

Bear Creek Lake: Photo by Noelle

Bear Creek Lake: Photo by Noelle

Bear Creek Lake: Photo by Noelle

Bear Creek Lake: Photo by Noelle

Bear Creek Lake: Photo by Noelle

Bear Creek Lake: Photo by Noelle

And the end of the day was upon me, yet still I waited in the field. So many moments allowed to pass without reverence or awe. What life have I been living, to have slept so long?

Prickly Pear Ponders Prairie: Photo Poem 42

Prickly Pear at Bear Creek Lake: Photo by Noelle

Prickly Pear at Bear Creek Lake: Photo by Noelle

Forgive the alliteration it was just too easy. Still, lying in the dirt for this shot, it seemed even I had become part of the scenery, the view. Amazing how much more beautiful the Earth is when you are lying close enough to smell her beauty. To see, up close, how curious and graceful her surface truly is.