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Took this photo in march when it was snowing. I was heading to class, So I was pretty happy when this came out so well. I did two different edits on it and I don't know which one is better.

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Picture of my boys taking over my bed, why are they so cute.

#photography #blackandwithephotography #my photgraphy #dogs

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A picture I took a few years ago in Yellowstone National park. Not as clear as I wanted, but I think it still looks good.

#photography #yellowstone #my photgraphy #wildlife #american bison

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Pictures taken during my first trip to the South Rim of the Grand Canyon.

#photography #grand canyon #my photos #scenery #wildlife #road trip #family road trip #arizona

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My Droopy Eyes

How long have I been driving since we switched?

The sky is now shinning with colors of pinks and greys,

Unlike the dark sky I saw just moments ago.

My fingers are now outside the window,

I’m hoping the goose-bump inducing winds will keep my eyes open.

That the holiday themed caffeine will keep my head-up and looking at the cracked, bumping road.

That the energetic, rhyming music will help me stay focused on the never changing Kansas fields.

I listen to my mother snore at her lowest volume.

It lulls me to a drifting calm.

Where my eyes drop down and eyelashes flutter,

Where my head starts falling forward.

I jerk my self-awake,

To stare at the unwavering road that is dusted with the morning frost.

At the shrinking farmers towns that make me go at a snails pace.

My head is falling forward once again.

The pattern continues like a broken record,

My eyes drooping down and jolting back to half awareness.

My mother’s quickening intervals of chiming concern becoming more frequent,

Asking:

“Are you ok?”,

“Do you need to stop?”,

“Do I need to take back over?”.

I answer to these anent inquiries with:

“I’m not tiered, just have drooping eyes.”,

“I can still drive”.

I say these words with a delusional mind,

Not listening to my bodies warning of sleep deprivation,

Of it wanting to shut down and rest in uncomfortable warming chairs.

My mother listens to her six-sense,

When my mind is finally at its end.

She tells me to pull over,

I finally listen to her warnings and crawl to the next gas-station.

Where I station our car near a pasture,

Full of old and decaying farming equipment,

And a barbed fence at its last leg.

I still fight the incoming storm of sleep,

By standing and looking at the eerily beautiful scenery before me.

The sun officially above the horizon.

I lose my unwinnable battle when I finally relax.

I stretch and contort my body in my resting place,

And let my droopy eyes finally flutter close,

Into the dark colors of sleep.  

#poems #driving #road trip #sleep depravity #Dont be like me #Make sure you get enough sleep when you drive on long road trips #or pull over if your to tired to dive at the moment #my poetry