Morning on the French.
During the night it had rained
Creating excellent detail on the rocks
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Splash of Color
I caught a splash of color between a group of buildings, following the highway North of La Dalia. We parked the truck at road’s edge. With the morning’s mist upon the Peñas Blancas in the background. A splash of yellow in the foreground, I captured the above composition.
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Going Up The Mountain
I slowly open my eyes
To the coming of morning
Sunlight streaming through the window
Dust mites dancing in the sunbeam
I put on my ole blue jeans
Stepping out into the morning
Hey, it’s a beautiful morning
Going up the mountain
Packsack slung over my shoulder
Stepping off the porch
With a jaunty stride
I make my way
To the nearby road
The mountain beckons in the distance
Hey, it’s a beautiful morning
Going up the mountain
Kitchen smoke is rising
From the local’s homes
As I walk the road
Plenty of smiles welcome me
As men and women pass me by
Jugs on their shoulders
Or pails in hand
Children with shy smiles
Playing on the road
Hey, it’s a beautiful morning
Going up the mountain
At roads end a trail beckons
Leading me to the river ford
The trail winds up the hillside
Emerging from the forest
The trail levels out
To a field of maze
Not yet ready to harvest
I travel the trail
Walking the fields edge
Hey, it’s a beautiful morning
Going up the mountain
The morning sun becoming warmer
As the trail goes higher
Reaching the next plateau
My route becoming harder
A herd of Granada step aside
As I pass on by
Barb wire fencing block my way
Tossing my backpack over the fence
I scramble on hands and knees
Under the barb wire fence
Grabbing my packsack, I move on
Hey, it’s a beautiful morning
Going up the mountain
The summit is near
The path becoming steeper
There is now a cool breeze
I make my way to an outcropping
To sit and observe
A land that is far-reaching
As far as the eye can see
Mountains tall in the distance
Clouds roaming over the mountains
Mist from the valley
I feel that mountain breeze
Hey, it’s a beautiful morning
Going up the mountain
There is something about
This mountainous country
Of mountains towering overhead
Highlands dot the landscape
Deep valleys slash the land
Mountains are like giants
I like a blade of grass
It is a humble feeling
Hey, it’s a beautiful morning
Going up the mountain
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Roadkill
The morning sun filtering
Through the Poplar tress
Casting a warm glow
Upon a small knoll
In a grassy clearing
Two young fox kits
Emerge from their den
Their mother lies sprawled
On the sun soaked grass
She turns her head
As her mate emerges
From the tree line
With his nightly kill
An unlucky rabbit
To feed his growing offspring
The rabbit is deposited
Before the hungry kits
The kits attack their meal
With vigil and abandonment
Strange sounds can be heard
Through the trees
The kits are soon yawning
With their bellies full
They curl up into a ball
For a mid- morning nap
After several hours sleep
They awaken to the strange
Sounds in the distance
Curiosity gets the better
As they run and bounce
Towards the alien noise
Approaching the woods edge
They causally look around
A black top road appears
Before their curious eyes
Ever watchful they crept
To the road’s edge
From around the bend
A fast moving vehicle approaches
The kits sit on their haunches
By the edge of the road
Starring with eyes glued
To the advancing vehicle
They are now frightened
As the fast moving vehicle nears
The female all in a panic
Dashes out onto the road
There is a thud
As the little female
Tumbles to the road side
The car has sped on
Soon gone from sight
The injured kit is whimpering
Her back legs are broken
She tries to crawl
Towards her brother
Her brother licks her face
Not knowing what is wrong
He is all in a panic
Running back and forth
From wood’s edge to road
At last he realises
That his sister lies lifeless
He sits on his haunches
Stirring at his lifeless sister
Lying at the road’s edge
His once vibrant playmate
Ken Bennison's Photography 