February 3rd

from my archives:
the poem is Emily Dickinson's
the photographs are from my student days
you've seen one of them before
(i'm still struggling with black and white
imagery in this digital medium
attempting to capture a better representation
of the essence of silver prints...)
click to enlarge a bit

I_robbed_the_woods_1


I robbed the woods



The trusting Woods-- The_trusting_woods_3

The unsuspecting Trees
The_unsuspecting_trees

Brought out their Burs and mosses   
My fantasy to please--   
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I scanned their trinkets curious--
I grasped--I bore away--
I_scanned_their_trinkets

What will the solemn Hemlock--What_will_1
What will the Oak tree say?


yes, Laura, i'll still want
to explore the woods in March