Plundering the forests for our trash left behind,
Building up a fire in her cubs that will burn them down,
Showing us what happens when we can't leave no trace...
As I stumble upon two lovers in courtship,
They pause their tango to look me over,
Noticing the translucence of the universal language...
For me, an early morning swim,
Gliding my lens towards the heron,
But for her, just breakfast time...
Enjoying the Wind
A wisp of feathers glides along Shenandoah,
As the whitewater below her talons blurs,
Searching for for food, or just enjoying the wind...