Gooseberries blossoms in Huckleberry Preserve East Bay Regional Park Oakland, CA
I walk this along narrow,
shady trail high above a canyon
everything green grows miniature
not ready to be full size in winter.
Once long ago. these woods and trails were
the only arms that could hold me
that day a girl, a friend
I just met, died at her own hand.
The summer cloud forest
allowed very little light,
while the scent of fog and sword fern’s mint
wrapped me in a blanket of mist,
they set the boundaries in my life so
I might know the world is good.
Why do these photographs look so fantastic when I switch them to the 27 inch screen? Would they look as good printed in a book? All I know is every one of your photos has me wanting to own it, to hold it, to put it on my wall. But I can’t. For one thing, I do not think they would print up the way they look on the screen. Or do they? Have you tried it? Secondly, I could not possibly hold so many images in my head at once. Why do I want all of them? I do not feel this way about other great photos I have viewed. Is it because we live in the same area and these photos evoke such wonderful memories? I cannot figure it out. All I know is that I love looking at your photos. And I feel like I could do it all day!!!
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Carol, I am planing a book and I have printed some up and they cam out fantastic.
I so appreciate your enthusiasm.. It gives me the push I need to create my business. Thank you.
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And I like the poem too. I’ve never lost a friend to suicide, but I think it would be devastating. If only I could have . . .
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Thanks Jack, writing is such a wonderful way to work with these intense feelings. Good luck with your writing
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