I walked this morning.
A Bibliographica in the mist.
When my urge to photograph got the better of me,
I resorted to my cellphone,
And dreamed it nothing but the shutter releasing from my Rolleiflex,
As i captured this seemingly permanent scene, up the road from my house.
In between, sights filled my eyes...
The silhouette of a horse, one leg slightly risen...
white breath formed about his
Thick, dewy spider webs, no legs to be seen -
no crafter or creator, but a woven masterpiece...
quietly spoken on a chosen frame in nature.
The sound of water, running - somewhere, possibly beneath the ground...
My feet on the asphalt, or wet grass, as I padded along.. never wanting it to end.
oneness of all things.