Misty Evening Mountains,

Sending shivers through my spine,

From highway to wooded trail,

Rarely walked about this time,

I carried my heavy burden,

To capture what hath been sewn,

So I walk these near lost places,

But I never walk alone.

My workhorse at Popham Beach, Maine, Capturing the second image in this set.

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Misty evening mountains, Sending shivers through my spine

From highway to wooded trail, Rarely walked about this time

I carried my heavy burden, To capture what hath been sewn

So I walk these near lost places, But I never walk alone. 

-Walk, 2015

A short poem I wrote about my travels last August/December. I’m currently producing a book containing the series.