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Sometimes I Am Startled Out of Myself (by Barbara Crooker)

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like this morning, when the wild geese came squawking,
flapping their rusty hinges, and something about their trek
across the sky made me think about my life, the places
of brokenness, the places of sorrow, the places where grief
has strung me out to dry. And then the geese come calling,
the leader falling back when tired, another taking her place.
Hope is borne on wings. Look at the trees. They turn to gold
for a brief while, then lose it all each November.
Through the cold months, they stand, take the worst
weather has to offer. And still, they put out shy green leaves
come April, come May. The geese glide over the cornfields,
land on the pond with its sedges and reeds.
You do not have to be wise. Even a goose knows how to find
shelter, where the corn still lies in the stubble and dried stalks.
All we do is pass through here, the best way we can.
They stitch up the sky, and it is whole again.

From her book “Radiance” here

Shooting from a moving car

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Since getting more into photography over the past 2 years, I’ve done my share of shooting from my car.  Why get out of the car if you don’t have to.  In fact, why stop the car.  Just roll down the window and fire the shutter. 

Whether or not the results are worth anything, is for someone else to decide.  For me, it’s just fun to see what comes of it.