Photography And Half-Thoughts By Mitchell Hegman

...because some of it is pretty and some of it is not.

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Summer Love Song

By midday even the sun is brightly drinking from the creek.  Nearby, passing work trucks slow to a crawl and claw around the corner of the county road.  Dust from the trucks rises only a little before sieving through the shade trees like ghostly scarves.
At the deepest hole in the creek, not far away, children count: “One…two…three…JUMP!”
In a splash, they find the water painfully cold and good.
They prance back out of the creek as quickly as they jumped in.
Another truck rolls by.
The children jump in.

--Mitchell Hegman