Screaming fingers reach to the stars, orange burns in pops and ticks, white charred zebra stripes glow, heat effervesces, ax dirty and dull, satisfaction in warmth, accomplishment in doing, to cause takes on a whole new meaning.
To spend the whole day outside wrapped
in a fresh air sandwich,
considering time only when long shadows
emerge and golden light flows,
entertained and content by the campfire light
insight as to why some stare at a T.V. and don't want to go to bed at night.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
I was Thinking Ice Cream would be Nice
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Whenever I take birch tree pictures, they never come out as well as I hope. But you got the wide angle one just right with the yellow leaves covering the ground contrasting with the black and with trunks. Nice.
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