Friday, September 30, 2011

Foggy Dew

Haiku My Heart
September 30, 2011

Every Friday, folks from around the globe write their haiku from the heart. See more and find out how you can join in at Rebecca's recuerda mi corazon.

Shrouded shadows cry
Let the sunshine brighten us
Heavy morning dew

This was the scene at sunrise over the Nebraska Sandhills last week. The photos cannot do justice, nor can I explain, how the landscape slowly comes alive and cries out to the world on a Fall fog filled morning. I know I was not alone here, yet there was not a soul to be seen or heard along this road. The silence was deafening.

The sleep wasn’t quite washed from my eyes when this low flooded area presented itself. Something about the natural beauty of the lifting fog, burning from high above, that made the land look like a painting. I took photos, but it is the memory that is indelible in my mind and touches my heart.


Dawn Elliott said...

What glorious photos! I love your haiku and narration, as it makes me feel that I'm there experiencing it, too. I'd much rather look at it than drive in it!

Kim Mailhot said...

How beautiful !!!
I was trying to explain the other day to a friend who doesn't quite get it that, once you begin looking at life and the world with your Soul's eye, it is almost like being high. Like the very best high there is, really. The marvel, the wonder, the awe of being present to witness such beauty brings me to the best state of consciousness I can imagine. You obviously get that, Man. No, you were not alone.

Happy Friday and peace to you, You Seer of Beauty.

somepinkflowers said...

photos R grand!

love how we can take each other
out of our own neighborhoods

{{been around the world
Not Yet to Nebraska;
thanks so much
for making me
want to see it, too... }}

Nanka said...

"Shrouded shadows cry" is such a beautiful expression. It has both beauty and an entreaty!! An earnest humble request to the sun to lighten its burden!!
The magnificent shot is a masterpiece with all those gorgeous blue hues!! It looks like a perfect corner of the world, not spoil't and very pure!!
Much peace and good wishes to you!!

Cheryl said...

I little bit of God magic, huh? There is no film, camera, or paintbrush that can capture it. Only the heart.

Marit said...

Autumn mornings, foggy landscape, late afternoon sunshine, shadows... it's all so overwhelming beautiful! I love your haiku and I totally understand the feeling you try to describe. Have a nice weekend my friend!

Stephanie said...

What beautiful country and you captured the magic of this moment. I know what you mean when even though the photograph is stunning...that BEing there hard to capture.

Noelle Clearwater said...

you are a road poet Joe, in the best tradition of Jack Kerouac. You live it, breathe it and are one with it. I love that about you. You help me to remember to look around me and breathe deeply too. Thank you.
Love and Peace,

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

You have a listening heart, my friend. You hear things that many people would not. Even the fog whispers to you...

Mel said...

Wow. If you're of the belief that the camera didn't capture it, I can only stand in awe of how captivating it must have been. These photos are stunning.....Shrouded shadows, no doubt. I can hear the whispers through them.

Seriously awesome photos, sir.
Without the words, they're stunning. With the words--speechlessly awesome.


gma said...

This sounds and looks like a spiritual experience. Lovely!

rebecca said...

dear friend,

thank you for the spadoman practice of embracing each unfolding moment. you are such a polestar of peace and mindfulness to so many.
your haiku is lovely...and your friendship truly fills my heart.
thank you for being here.

Susie Clevenger said...

The images are so beautiful and your words perfect companions....I love the line "shrouded shadows cry"

Marge said...


mig said...

Gorgeous photos of a gorgeous place. What a lovely time of year this is.