Once in a while, I like to stray off topic. Besides photography, creative writing has also been a passion of mine. The beauty about poetry is that you can write about your emotions, or feelings, senses that you don't get all of the time with a camera. Like the smell of a fresh rainfall, the sound a cardinal makes, the feeling of running bark from a tree under your hand. With that in mind, I'd like to keep this editorial fresh, fun and well, creative. I don't claim to be a "professional" poet. Quite the contrary, I just started writing poetry again for the first time in twenty years. It's a bit intimidating posting poetry on the internet for all critics to see. It's a lot like the first time that I posted a photograph on Flickr. I wasn't sure that I would be received well from my peers. To be criticized on something have passion for can be devastating to a "tortured artist". After all, most of us have the Sylvia Plath Effect. With all of that said, I hope that you enjoy this little diversion before I start writing my next article on Travel Photography.
An Ode To Michigan
Oak trees dance to the beat,
Of the lonely whisper of wind.
Cicadas buzz their eulogy song,
In the glistening of the mid-afternoon sun.
A hummingbird suckles on natures milk,
A spider spins it's web in a fine woven silk.
People rush by,
Not even in wonder,
Of how beautiful nature is
In the Michigan Summer.