little ponds provide
lily pad parasols for
sunbathing sunfish
–photo by me
little ponds provide
lily pad parasols for
sunbathing sunfish
–photo by me
When the iron ore ran out,
The mine pit was abandoned,
And there it sat for years,
A gaping wound in the earth;
A world of rocks and dirt
And sheer cliffs of stone
Devoid of any sign of life–
Till Mother Nature moved in
And started redecorating.
She filled the great hole
With crystal clear water
And hung living wallpaper
Over the barren cliffs.
She turned it into a world
Of birds and rainbow trout;
Of beautiful, swaying trees
And plants of every kind.
She turned the dead pit
Into a living paradise.
–Photo by me
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–photos by me
as of late
i meditate
when life
becomes a mess
i close my eyes
and visualize
the road
to happiness
to play this game
i have to name
the hills
i come upon
and then i try
to rectify
the problem
and move on
when at last
all hills are passed
and i have
found my way
sometimes i find
a little sign
saying
write a poem today
–photo by me
A family of Canadian “honkers” enjoying a late afternoon outing.
–Photo by my son, Aaron
My son Aaron and I are way back in the wilderness of Superior National Forest, and we’ve just stumbled upon a recently constructed beaver dam. Unfortunately, beavers like to lounge around inside their “lodge” where they’re high and dry, and safe from predators during the day. The construction project is all done on the night shift, so we’ll have to settle for some photos of the pond.
Mama is most likely tending to some little ones inside the lodge, as beavers have from one to four kits in the spring.
One thing there is no shortage of out here is woodticks. We must have pulled twenty or thirty of the little blood-suckers off our legs already. And then there’s lyme disease.
Well, it looks like there will be no tail-slapping activities here today.
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found a beaver dam
a newly built beaver dam–
and no beaver. damn
–Photos by me
odd assortments of
faithful fans line the forest’s
carpeted runways
–photo by me
My new ride. Harry Potter had his Nimbus 2000. This is my Stimulus 2020.
There are so many nice, winding bicycle trails linking the small towns of the Iron Range now. Paved and groomed, they’re great for the “mature” bicyclist such as myself.
Like walking or jogging, there’s something about doing it that helps you jostle things into place in your head, and keeps the body balanced–which brings me to the quote by Albert Einstein:
“Life is like riding a bike.
To keep balanced,
you must keep moving.”
–Photos by me
The ship was in great peril;
Her hull had sprung a leak,
And so our captain called the crew
On deck so he could speak:
“We’re working to repair the hull,”
He crooned, clearing his throat,
“Until we do, our big bilge pump
Will keep the ship afloat,
And as repairs may take some time,
I’m making this decree:
All non-essential items
Must be thrown into the sea.”
And yet the ship sunk faster,
And our frantic captain roared,
“That pump is too damned heavy,
We must throw it overboard!”
–photo by me