One of the first folks I "met" online, was a wonderful "Lady in Michigan" who, like me, has an interest in books, photography, and genealogy.
She had been a supporter, and cheerleader, through all my ups and downs, and though we never met in person I am glad to call her friend.
She has a wonderful group of photos online, displaying her great talent in photography
At the time I wrote the poems below, in the Fall of 2003, I asked her to contribute a few words to accompany her work:
Michigan is a beautiful state. There are opportunities for photographing nature all year round. I have had an interest in composition with the camera since my college days and continue to get enjoyment from what nature has to offer the novice or the professional photographer. The "pre peak" fall color photographs you see in these pics were taken using a Kodak DC3400 (2.0 megapixel) digital camera. I switched from an older Olympus digital a year or so ago to the convenience of the Kodak and have been very satisfied with the results. Many of the pictures I take are for their color and composition from a painterly standpoint. However, there are a few whose composition was unsatisfactory but their color was so refreshing that I had to capture them for no reason other than enjoyment. If you haven't tried photography. Give it a go. It is a wonderful hobby that gives enjoyment to all ages. Now get out there and "snap a few."
Alongside a road
stand four trees.
Tall, majestic, and colorful,
in the Fall breeze.
In this season of change
Orange, brown, and yellow,
are the hues their leaves range.
Cyclists, joggers, and walkers, pass by
admiring Ma Nature in all her beauty.
in turn, will provide shade for some pausing guy
and his cutie.
Down the hill to the lake
past three trees
is the path I take.
What awaits me
I do not know,
is the reason I go.
A purple path to the woods
is the route I take.
Carrying a pack full of goods
to sell at the fair by the lake.
Sugar, spice, brown and white rice,
are for what I am hoping to get a fine price.
Buyers aplenty are there for my foods
and my bag is so coin heavy I fear my back it may
I walk near a forest, head bowed, lost in thought,
not observing the passing scnene.
and see what Fall has wrought
A lone tree
splashed with orange among the green.
Orange and yella, please a fella,
as covering for sparking his girl.
The tree branches provide an umbrella
for lovers to give their senses a whirl.
There on soft grasses
they shed their inhibitions to explore each other
from their heads
to their assess.
Cobalt and white behind fall color
If I use my imagination
I can see
something or other.
He stands sentinel on the front lines.
Gray headed, his brown body ramrod straight, the guard stares toward the hordes amasssed in front of him, boldly daring them to encroach upon his Lord's land...
Sweeping the clouds from the blue
So the sun can spread its warmth
On all of earths rooms.
I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree.
I think that coming up with all this verse, today, may well be the death of me. :-)
In the shadow he lurks
observing what passes in the light.
Preparing to pounce with a plan he knows works
for giving his prey a right nasty fright.
Red Sumac marches up a hill
surround by tall green trees.
Staking a claim to sunshine's warm thrill,
if you please.
provides a coat of red.
for an unsuspecting city bloke
to trip and fall in to his head.
No poem here, folks....
Just an observation.
Is it me or does this tree have a Mohawk? :-)
Like all the other photos, wonderfuliferous,
This one is just splendiferous!
One fall day God was walking among the trees,
his paints scattered.
Rising to his knees
He saw all the leaves were splattered...
As you look upon this vision, quite spectacular,
This ends my creative tributacular. :-D