summer

Trees – Summer Winds, #108

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clip! -a severed branch
within the camera‘s click
falling leaves wither

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in the new pole’s light
the meandering vine winds
in old tree’s shadow

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distant wild fire drift
willow branches hang in haze
western summer fog

Related Gallery: TREES

Black and White photograph of a dying tree in winter. Behind it the sun veiled in a bank of fog rolling across the Palouse hills
Color photograph of a tree in winter, in the Columbia Gorge in the town of Cascade Locks.
Color photograph of a flowering plum tree in front of a round building in Moscow Idaho.
Black and White photograph of a the top of a tree below puffy clouds in the spring in Pullman Washington
Color photograph of rows of maple trees after the've lost there autumn leaves.
Black and White tree in winter on the Palouse behind a barbed wire fence.
Color photograph of a tree on a strip of land surrounded by water standing above it reflection.
Color photography of a row of trees in the morning sun, their upper branches covered by moss
Black and white photograph of a tree growing out and above rocks.
Color photographs of a winter tree red in the morning sun under a clear blue sky.
Black and white photograph of a small tree that looks old growing out of rock on top of a hill.
Color photograph of pine trees a the top of Kamiak Butte on a cold covered in frost in the light of the low winter sun.
Black and White of a tree with light green leaves (the color of Sage).
Color photograph of a lone tree leafless with a few trunks cut off, on the side of the road. Bar Road, on the Palouse, WA.
Black and white photograph of blooming trees in the University of Idaho Arboretum
Color photograph of a tall old tree on a street corner in Walla Walla Washington near the Whitman college campus.

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Sixty, #105

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hardened, sixty years
heart quivers tending gardens
water’s moon ripples

a break in silence
pop! morning sun in cracked skin
a break in sound

under Sitka Spruce
look! who stops to look at whom?
under Sitka Spruce

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Play #45

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Above the hill in front of us four ears poke up then disappear. My dog, Pepsie, and I slow down to see who might be lurking. We move into view of the volleyball court to find two foxes. One was lying in the shade, the other walking across the sand.

The one walking across the sand also comes to a rest. Both watch us as we watch them. Pepsie and I move on to let them be. Walking a ways down the hill about to leave the area, I glance black to see two foxes frolicking in the sand.

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Summer morning…
A moth on the bathroom door reminds me
To feel the water splashing my face

Breezy Point to Widow Peak, #39

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Widow Peak in the distance
(the closer peak to the right is Lookout Mountain)

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I am hiking with my good friend Will who has hiked this trail a number of times.
I am grateful to have him as a hiking companion.

Hiking in from Breezy Point, we find ourselves on the edge of a burn area . The trees are like a black and white photograph, sprouting from the green growth of early summer reaching for the clouds.

In the meadow,
I stumble across
Conversations.

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After a small rise we begin going down to cross a saddle between Breezy Point and Lookout Mountain. Just past the low point in the saddle, we find water and fill up our water bottles in the shade of the Hemlocks. We begin to cross patches of snow as we ascend Lookout Mountain. Will remembers a spot with a nice view which we easily find. We decide to stop for lunch. It feels good to stop and enjoy the many guests.

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Walking across Lookout Mountain.

Freeze and thaw,
Fragments cresting…
I watch my step!

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Coming across the saddle on the other side of Lookout Mountain we are back in the shade of the Hemlocks. There are many prints in the trail of deer and elk. The fragrance of birdsong fills the air. We cross two creeks and a spring. The water coming out of the ground flows cool and fresh!

Following the current,
Summer sun…
Dancing!

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Arriving at Widow Peak I am am exhausted. My tiredness shows in my efforts to set up the tent and make dinner. It seems like a lot of time goes by before I sit and rest.

Clouds traverse the sky,
Riding the breeze…
Hemlocks waving.

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