LUMINOUS sapphire skies
Woolgathering in glee
Bubbles of fantasy…
IN amber fairy dust
Blooms n’ buzzing bees
Racing to the horizon
The rolling emerald fields
THIS wanderlust I love
Nothing more I seek
All I ask, the heaven above
And the road below me…
Road Trip. 2016. To Mackinac Island. Some iPhone pictures of the road, taken on the road. No filter or enhancing was needed for the stunning blues and greens.
On reaching the Mackinaw City, we took a ferry to the Mackinac Island all bikes no motor vehicles.
Ever since I read it the first time in high school, R.L. Stevenson’s The Vagabond stayed with as a beautiful memory appealing my ‘wanderer self’. I LOVE this poem. I cant help but reproduce it here and see if you feel it speak to your soul as it did to mine.
(The above picture shows summer skies of 2016 in Mackinac Island, Michigan. While the island and the waters and the people, all earthbound, were enjoying the the sunshine from down below, a dozen kites took flight and dared for the skies…)
It was a particularly sunny and warm day, and the sky was dotted with an amoeba-like shape made up of lots and lots of black wings, elongating and twisting, as the party moved from tree to tree. The above picture (no filter applied) is a moment in time when hundreds of birds were perched on the leaf-less tree tops, a sight to see as they stopped awhile, and before I knew it, they were soaring back in the fresh blue skies!
And below is the picture (transfer filter on iPhone). I love the color and how it changes the mood…