water gap water falls

grackle flyby

chance perfection

The sticks lie framed in parallel as if weft
Across the large branches at the swamp edge.
The red leaves displayed in the center
As if someone stopped here to make a tapestry.

I have gone off the path not knowing
I would find this exquisite perfection of chance events
But knowing you only see when you look
And what you see is what speaks to you.

Out of all the myriad possible images to select
In the great complexity of vegetation here
This one catches my eye and holds me
Like in a dream amazed at the design in the light.

What means this arrangement of lines?
I cannot say. A painting does not mean something.
But it has meaning for me, beholding this beauty,
Which I photograph to share with you.

great swamp