Farm Land
Few things can match the beauty of
Black soil that’s newly tilled
And redolent of things to come
As soon as March’s chilled
Cold heart has given up his hold
And April’s warmth begun
To set the life-renewing pulse
Of earth under her sun.
Yeah, you–what’re *you* staring at?
Got my little camera out, for I’m in a Gathering groove these days. Overlord of visual overload. Seems I’m just hungry for pictorial input and inspirations, imagery and ideas. So I’m heading on an expedition to capture goodies that will reload my mental files and give me that friendly little poke in the snoot that’ll get me moving again. Pictures that will lead to more pictures. Get ready.
No, really, it’s just that you intrigue me deeply.
Art-Colored Glasses 