poetry in pictures.

a young eight-year-old who calls herself kallyn recently went on some escapades around town with me, testing out my canon rebel xs with a 50 mm lens so she could learn to enjoy the treasures of capturing scenes with her eyes.

here are some samples of her eye-scooping moments from up and down east philadelphia avenue in the boyertown borough. remember that there is often poetry in a picture.

and you often miss a lot when you're in transit in a car, but when you're walking, you get fresh air, exercise, and you see a lot more. you also have a very different experience then. these are lots of nice pluses to ensure a good bit of authentic living.

shadow, light, curling wrought-iron railing, sandy grit, brick, & sun.

a watermelon carved out in wood, painted to match the real thing.

crave-worthy minutes rolled around here at the peppermint stick candy store at 9 south washington street in boyertown. yes, yummm. the penny candy section in chalked prices is a favorite little spot of ours.

and then we headed back to the brick castle to plant heirloom tomatoes in the garden after loving up the feel of purple allium petals and a baseball we found while creek-trudging behind the unicast park a few weeks ago. 

some sky-views with intersecting stretches of power-lines. when we photograph the sun, we do it with our eyelids pressed downward, inching the viewfinder slowly closer toward the brightness without letting our irises chance direct-staring.

we did a little bit of poetry in between the photography-hugging moments, and there may be more to share later once we've both had time to process all this sensory goodness. these bits of poems are not necessarily tied to these scenes above, but they were a part of our talks throughout the day.