September Photos [PART TWO]

yes it says WINDING WAY and yes this is where i got my name for my photography from. ^-^ i have this slight obsession with Street Signs.


its cotton!




a part of an abandoned tractor


I believe that old trees show a great deal of wisdom, and that we can learn a lot from them.


an old workshop



a pile of sticks


ahaha. thats me, with my favorite BANANA shirt on. andy warhol, he rocks.


just some purple flowers in my backyard.


yay. i took this on the first day of fall September 23.


little acorns!

July Photos

I went on a summer trip with my family to Heber Springs, AR back in July of this year. I practically grew up there and always wanted to take pics of everything. But I only got my camera a year ago and I'm so grateful that i got these photos.


The Ledge. i practically fell of trying to get this shot. ^-^


Orange Water.




it wasn't even Autum.


i love this snail. ^-^ can't help it....


a pool of water on a rotten log


A dip at The Cliffs


if you can't tell, hes about a foot away from entering the water.


The Little Red River, AR. ahaha, no thats not why this photo is "red"


Up a Tree


Reflections






A crack in The Mountain

September Photos

I have only been taking photos for a year. Please keep that in mind when viewing my posts.


This is Lucy



Corn Field at Dusk


The Corn Maze


Forgotten Sunflowers


Sunflowers at Dusk


the train went by not two seconds before this was taken. my mother took it.


Flowers


I feel honored when people ask to use my photography to show other people. I do not own Photoshop, so I can't put "watercolor marks" on my photos to give myself credit. So please, give me credit if you are going to use my photography on the internet or if you print anything off for someone else. including emailing.

-H.Way

The Photographer

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.