Your world is framed in optic squares,
as if periphery was void,
while capturing what nature bares,
as few had otherwise enjoyed.
A bit off-road, a patch of mud,
a weathered bridge with morning frost,
traversing vestiges of flood,
your photo op will not be lost.
Your target set, six feet of snow
is waded through in tennis shoes,
so what you've seen the world can know,
then on you move to other views.
The perfect shot is still at hand,
so yet another trip is planned.
Jack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana.