Martha’s Vineyard. “Birth Of Dawn”

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Martha’s Vineyard
Through Harold’s Lens:

Long before the birth of dawn
Slowly
Emerging from black.

Rising yellows
Surfacing oranges
Bursting blues.

I open my salt rusted door
Creak
Squeak
Old, trashed Jeep
Rusty’s his name.

Sling tackle box in
Sling waders in
Sling cooler in
Nestle fly rod carefully on tattered wool sweaters.

During the birth of dawn
Dew blanket
Smothers all.

Robins chirp
Their morning welcome.

Worms wiggle
Pedals unfold
Color abounds.

Soft yellow light
Pops from windows
Weathered shingled cottages.

Waves of hot coffee waft
Through dense mist.

Me
With solo beach time
With waves
With wet sand
With whipping fly rod

With enjoyment
With tranquility
With purity
With peace

With a nibble
With a bite
With a tug
With a large striped bass

After the birth of dawn
Sun shines
Shadows flow.
Island alive
Folks everywhere.

Forty pound striper
Bled out
Gutted
Fillet.

Grilled feast tonight!
Another day on my special island.

From Harold’s Photographic Series on Martha’s Vineyard: “Intimacy of Island Life”

26 responses

    • Agree Amos. Welcome back. Another image from a new series I am currently developing called “Intimacy of Island Life”. Maybe my rising sun signals you to take a peek outside of your whirling dervish world of spinning ideas and pressing keys as tales, truths and chapters unfold to the delight of all.

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