are my church
a photographer’s dream
to capture black snakes
slithering through the foothills
meditate on the serenity at Duck Pond
while snacking on wild blueberries.
I rejoice in making a photo
of two Turkey Vultures perched on a ledge
then follow them with my telephoto lens as they take flight
and circle back to
inspect their new home.
fellow hikers’ reflections
the cool mist
I return with raw
close-ups of Spring’s
wild ginger, and bloodroot;
all stalwart parishioners.
Summer’s Rhododendron Bridge,
and zoom into a cloud
of pink and white mountain laurel.
to shoot Autumn’s
red oak and mountain ash,
to snap the sugar maple’s
red, orange, and yellow leaves,
ablaze in my continuous shutter release.
to marvel at the hypnotic revelation
that is the Gunk’s.
to photograph the glacial majesty,
mirror images in footprints left behind
to find the divine in a frosty pine.
the golden light
the blue hour and the twilights
in slow water and ice.
I wait devout
day in and day out.
Then I return.
©Cornelia DeDona 11-06-17