Through the lens

Early morning

Before the sun ascends

Ground still wet

The sky cried the night before

Each footstep sinking into the earth

I pause to breathe in the crisp air

Icy wind a reminder, I am alive

Camera in hand

I look through the lens

A world unseen by the naked eye

I am humbled by the beauty

Nature sings sweet symphonies

The harmonies a haunting melody

The owl’s call fades away as each ray of sunlight peaks through the cloudy sky

I only hope to capture the elegant sight

A brush stroke

Artwork in the purest form

Mother nature’s grand design