Shadows shone absorbing sunset into night.
Like with my first one line PhotoPoem barely over a week ago, the question remains – is my little poem a title, a description, a one line poem, or simply a fragment, like the moment itself?
And like that first one line PhotoPoem, I remember this moment quite distinctly.
The Island Line Trail, a fortified raised railroad bed now serving as a bike and pedestrian path for people to cross from the mainland to South Hero Island, isn’t visible here, but what it enables, the view out onto the lake without a boat, is wondrous.
Crossing the length of the line from mainland Vermont to South Hero, was a goal of mine for over four years til I finally did it. And when ever Sheila and I are back in her home state (soon again we hope, after missing a few years, because of surgeries and the pandemic), walking or bike riding this stretch of marvel the people of Vermont have enabled for themselves and others, is a primary goal ❤️
My one line poem for my photo, was so thrilled with beauty, in the reflections and within the shadows, I can’t help but feel hope in the promises and process of renewal the poem conveyed to me. After all, from the little I understand, even black holes fill to the point of emitting light again….
Or maybe they just “might” be doing that when they spit out lines of light and energy nothing seems able to stop. Good enough for me!
Especially on New Years Eve! 😊
Thanks so much everyone!
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Thanks again, everyone! 😊