On a brilliant, sunny morning at Marais aux Grenouillettes near Gatineau, I decided to try and get my camera as close as possible to some of the colourful plants here.
NATURE POETRY
Its hot voice sizzles from some cool tree
Near-by:
It seems to burn its way through the air
Like a small, pointed flame of sound
Sharpened on the ecstatic edge of sunbeams. – “The Locust,” Leonora Speyer (1872–1956)
Miles Hearn