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.

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.