Took this photo of the underside of a polypore fungus hurriedly and without looking and it turned out the best of all the photos I shot yesterday whilst wandering around the mountain. The one-line ku came to me later, and I only thought to pair them this morning.
I was walking along a state forest road yesterday evening, trying to come up with a haiku to accompany a photo I’d taken earlier of a fallen oak tree that looked like a dragon, when I came across this old stump, ringed by saplings like witnesses to a crime (though they wouldn’t have been there when it was cut down). And that moment of insight and inspiration ended up being way more fruitful than the cool-looking thing — which I still haven’t turned into a decent ku.
My favorite tree along my favorite section of Pennsylvania’s Mid State Trail. It stands apart, growing in the middle of a patch of mossy, ridge-top boulders. It’s a black birch, not a yellow birch, so it’s probably near the end of its lifetime.
Visiting the injured raptors at Shaver’s Creek Environmental Center the other day, several clearly made restless by the fall migration. A broad-winged hawk kept flying about in its pen like a trapped moth (but I couldn’t get a good shot of it).
I was exploring a new-to-me section of the nearby Rothrock State Forest yesterday — a trail that hadn’t been maintained for years on a mountain that looked as if it got very few visitors in the course of a year. I only lost the trail briefly a couple of times, but walking back to the car along state forest roads, there was a point at which I became confused and wondered whether I’d taken a wrong turn. That’s when I noticed how lonely the crickets sounded.