where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry
April 17, 2016 § 10 Comments
Tagged: bramble, cure, hunger, landscape, preservation, preserves, smoke, smokehouse, smoking meat, telephone wires, trees, woods
Well done and neat!
Grandma and grandpa believed that, although they salted fish rather than smoking meat. It’s such a wonderful photo — I can smell the smoke from here.
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Awesome! My grandfather used to smoke fish a lot in a homemade smokehouse. 🙂
Nice picture and thoughts.
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Oooh, I like this one Catherine! 🙂 ❤
Great piece and image. Definitely resonated with me.
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