I do not understand a lot of poetry. In high school, like most angsty
teens, I took a try at writing some. But there are people who play at
poetry and then there are poets. My sister, Deborah, is a poet, and
she also loves Emily Dickinson. So, for her, I went to Amherst to see
Emily Dickinson's Home. I didn't pay to tour the house, if I could
take photos inside I would have. But instead, I toured the gardens and
took photos for my sister.
The gardens are to some extent, maintained the way Dickinson kept
them. Knowing that a great deal of her poetry deals within nature and,
I couldn't help myself, I was taken in by it all.