Category Archives: Man imitating nature

Morning Journey (Hipstamatic)

There’s a dirt road I drive down almost every morning, off the beaten path.  I travel that way simply because it’s deserted and often times I see eagles, pheasant, geese and coyotes.  In winter, I’m passing through there as the sun rises above the horizon, creating a pink glow.

As I continue down these roads, I pass farm fields covered with snow, just waiting for early spring.  In one such field there are old rubber tires and a discarded upholstered easy chair.  I imagine a farmer sitting out there…waiting.  Then I wonder what goes on in their homes during the long, dark winter.  There’s a feeling almost of abandonment, even though I know that it’s just the season.

This image came together as I was considering and imagining these things.


All kinds of hills

manmade piles of river rock, bark mulch, and dirt

Morning light reveals a natural hill

Best kind of hill…the anthill


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