I live in an Appalachian hollow in the Juniata watershed of central Pennsylvania, and spend a great deal of time walking in the woods. My books of poetry include FAILED STATE: HAIBUN, ICE MOUNTAIN: AN ELEGY, BREAKDOWN: BANJO POEMS, and ODES TO TOOLS.
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Thanks! I was out after the Geminids, got tired of waiting and turned the camera the other way, got lucky, which seems to be how it mostly works.
Back to yours: it falls in that select category of photos that, after seeing them, I find myself carrying around with me. So again, thanks!
Like the poem with it, too.
Woodrat photohaiku 
Whoa! Where did you come up with the human?
A friend’s girlfriend. They came up from D.C. to do some sledding two winters ago.
It’s wonderful. It seems familiar. It had me at a glance, before I knew about the human. I like it a lot with my index finger over the human.
I posted a version of it at my old photoblog, so perhaps you’re remembering it from two years ago.
Since almost all my forest shots are devoid of people, I rather like the novelty of this one.
Lovely! I laughed when I first saw it, as I had produced this similar but totally different picture recently.
Wow! That’s an amazing shot.
Thanks! I was out after the Geminids, got tired of waiting and turned the camera the other way, got lucky, which seems to be how it mostly works.
Back to yours: it falls in that select category of photos that, after seeing them, I find myself carrying around with me. So again, thanks!
Like the poem with it, too.
I missed you so much here
and in a full moon
and the jungle haunts me
I find you.