are my church
a photographer’s dream
to capture black snakes slithering
through the foothills
to meditate on the serenity at Duck Pond,
snacking on wild blueberries.
I rejoice in making a photo
of two Black Vultures perched on a ledge
then follow them with my telephoto lens
as they take flight
and then circle back to
inspect their new home.
fellow hikers’ reflections
the cool mist
sweaty rock panorama.
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 Gunks.
to photograph the glacial majesty,
the 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.
day in and day out.