Saturday, 9 August 2014

Will o' the Wisp

Travelling light she closed her eyes
The countdown had begun
The sense of movement hardly felt
All her thoughts were on the run

Thinking back she would recall
Making sense of those events
Fearful things she'd overcome
At such considerable expense

In her map of many roads to take
Far too complex on her own
To arrive yet spend so little time
All dreams of faceless places flown

This stunning picture belongs to:

FKSR Will-o'-the-Wisp (see picture link above)
"I shot this on a foggy night in November of 2010 at the top of Hawk Hill in the Marin Headlands. Sadly, this view no longer exists. In early 2012 all the trees and shrubs were removed. The hilltop is now completely bare except for the ruins of a few World War II fortifications. Apparently the "non-native" trees were felled to create more habitat for a species of butterfly, but native quail seem to have left along with the vegetation. Ferns and other plants that relied on water dripping off the trees in the fog during the otherwise dry summer are gone, too."

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