Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable.
I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of praying,
as you no doubt have yours.
Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing.
If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.”
― Mary Oliver,
A complete stranger told me about this poem, and I told her about 365 and the photography course I'm doing.
What did we have in common? A camera slung diagonally accross our chests!
Love this poem! Lovely shot..I do some writing and once wrote a short story.. with a wood like this..as we lived near woods when we were children and the story was based on that
@sdutoit it was z tad damp but it's a beautiful place
@joansmor I thought so too
@larrysphotos thank you
@randystreat but it doesn't rhyme!!!
@Weezilou thank you
@ludwigsdiana me too
@jackies365 and it's true
@koalagardens oh I'm pleased
@salza it's a wonderful parkland
@photographycrazy thank you
@shutterbug49 it's a calm place
@brennieb do you still write
@365anne it don't rhyme though!!
Thank you all for liking my English wood that's not at all autumnal in colour!!!