Scenes I'Ve Seen

A rifle is not the weapon of choice this year I am not here to try to shoot a deer My eyes, my ears, my camera are the tools I take My desire is to discover incredible shots to make Sunrise's yellows, blues, and pinks burst into view Spiderwebs, intricately woven, outlined by dew Hoar frost's icy fingers grasping clumps of weeds Sumac is naked except for russet heads of seeds Tall pines in the wind, glistening in the sun Chipmunk crossing the road fast as he could run Mushrooms with bright orange domes by the road Autumn in all her glory, her fiery finery I do behold Berries-purple, red and black in the forest bright Quartz crystals shimmering pinks and white I watch a hawk soar easily on the updrafting wind The most amazing sight of all comes at day's end To camp we go as the sun sinks slowly in the west My camera catches scenes of the view I like best Sunset changes her attire as we make our way Crimson blazes to twilight hazes ends this day