Heron Waiting

"Sittin' On A Fence"

Sittin’ on a fence
‘Cause I couldn’t decide
Should I travel through the portal
To the other side?

There ain’t much here
‘Cept this fence and me
A coupl-a bushes
A coupl-a trees

And they’re boring!
So boring.
Never talk, nope, they never talk.
They never laugh or sing either!
Just get pushed ’round by the breeze.
That’s all….just sorta hmmmmm
And hmmmmm…or swoosh swoosh swoosh
Like that.

I don’t know why I stay here!
I should just fly through that portal
And find a rEAl AdveTuRe!

That’s what I should do.


There is neither a place for realism or details when I meditate (the afforded pleasure while making photographs). 
To sit and wait for nature to act out its play is a luxury, although it should be a requirement for every soul.
The colors, the drama, the songs heralded through the wind-bent trees is a comfort for an otherwise troubled heart…and lighter is the day because of it.

(3) Photo Composite – Excruciatingly Over-Saturated To My Kitschiest of Tastes