[ pictures | prose | flashes of awe ] by Mike Yost

One Sun-Saturated Winter Afternoon . . .

. . . I went for a walk by myself next to a timid, whispering creek . . .

Bare Trail

. . . with towering trees accompanying me along the secluded path . . .

Bare Reflection

. . . and fragile fragments of autumn floating silently on the surface of static waters . . .

Bare knot

. . . beneath bare branches that applauded lightly in a brisk breeze.

And I realized that although I was alone, I didn’t feel lonely.

 

Photographs copyright Mike Yost 2015

2 responses

  1. Enjoyed your work, you have a heat eye for composition. Thanks also for visiting my posts. Merry Christmas!

    December 21, 2015 at 19:12

    • Thanks for the comment and the visit! I enjoyed your photographs as well, especially your shots of the Winston-Salem Southbound Railyard, which I found particularly striking.

      December 22, 2015 at 00:00

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