Herb Blitzer, a friend from our camera club, and I went down to Fall Creek this morning.  Herb had earlier scouted one area while I had shot in another so we went to both.

On bringing the images home and putting them up for inspection, I was struck by how in different ways they seemed poetic.  Poetic in in a very broad sense.  They all evoke sensual and emotional reactions although in each case the experience is a bit different.  Here are two images that define the range:

I’m not going to write about what those emotions and sensual experiences might be, they will be very subjective and will vary from one viewer to another.

I guess the best I can do is show them to you and ask if you see poetry in them.  If you do, fine; if you don’t but enjoy them that’s good too.

And in the hush we joined to make
We heard, we knew we heard the brook.

A note as from a single place,
A slender tinkling fall that made
Now drops that floated on the pool
Like pearls, and now a silver blade.

From ‘Going for Water’ by Robert Frost