Poet, Playwright, Workshop Facilitator
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Welcome to my photo journal blog! Here are my first drafts of poetry & prose inspired by my nature photos fresh and #NewThisDay

#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

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This morning in the woods there is good news on our property. A dry bed for months, since the beginning of summer, the brook is running toward the river again. Charlie stops to drink from water so fresh it's more like a rainy day grass puddle. All the green growth begun in the dry dirt shimmers up at us from under the rippling. 

Following the path into Rocky Narrows woods, the foliage, this morning, is clearly past its peak. November is approaching fast. The reddest of the leaves have fallen from trees. All the marsh is fired in a goldening blaze before going brown. 

Heading back toward home, next to the path in the low brush, amidst all the decaying leaves, these beauties spot me, this fungi - as if painted by a forest artist - near the base of a tree. It's lovely now, and I know this winter, too, under fresh snow, its purplish light will be aglow to stop me in my tracks again.

A sweet young man texted me this (early) birthday message last night - shared during a celebration dinner with my family - he understands why and how my time in the woods matters. 

...One of the things I appreciate and admire most in you…is your ability to be enriched by not just the people and things around you but by yourself. Every day you walk with Charlie and Suz and take pictures, enjoy exercise, and the outdoors…that [this] brings you so much peace, fulfillment, and centeredness in your daily life is incredible…I take inspiration from your ability to do it so simply and easily.
— Sweet William

 

All photos and words by Kelly DuMar 2016