OTHER POSTS IN THE SERIES
I live in an Appalachian hollow in the Juniata watershed of central Pennsylvania, and spend a great deal of time walking in the woods. Here’s a bio. All of my writing here is available for reuse and creative remix under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License. For attribution in printed material, my name (Dave Bonta) will suffice, but for web use, please link back to the original. Contact me for permission to waive the “share alike” provision (e.g. for use in a conventionally copyrighted work).
8 Replies to “Hanging around”
A great one!
Excellent! Love the photo, too.
Glitter. Yes. Hard to leave that behind.
I love (and relate to) the sentiment.
I think the last sentence works very well. “Glitter” and “Gone” are an unexpected and effective rhythmic combination that evoke (for me) both cowboys and glam-rock roadies.
That said, I’d like to share a flask of whiskey with the one who’s doing the “figuring.”
Thanks, y’all. I should say that this was indirectly prompted by a recent post over at the cassandra pages, when Beth mentioned that her husband, a professional photographer, was never satisfied with his attempts to capture ice storms on film. I know exactly what he means.
Ken – “Both cowboys and glam-rock roadies,” eh? That’s good to hear! The conquistadors certainly were the first cowboys, some of them. I mean, literally as well as figuratively.
I’d like to pack away my glitter and run. Very far.
These trees look very insulated with moist cold. I can feel the thick cold all around them.