there are nests built on poles of jack pine
where they suit mama ospreys just fine;
when their eggs start to hatch,
news is quickly dispatched
to their friends via telephone line.
–photo by me
there are nests built on poles of jack pine
where they suit mama ospreys just fine;
when their eggs start to hatch,
news is quickly dispatched
to their friends via telephone line.
–photo by me
we are drawn
to open waters,
our distant past
calling us back
–photo by me
“Sorry about the mask, Gramma…goodbye.”
a doe with two fawns
watches me so intensely–
putting them at risk
we focus on perceived threats
while blind to real danger
–photo by me
–photos by me
nature’s abstract art
on exhibit at the beach
in driftwood displays
–photo by me
a lake is liquid earth and sky
a mirror among the trees
greeting everyone by
waving in the breeze
–photo by me
This is my attempt to make a little model of a birch bark canoe. Try as I might, I just couldn’t get it right, so I decided to go with the flow and started gluing pieces together without any plan. Maybe it’s because I drove truck for twenty years, I don’t know, but this is what came out of it.
Sometimes writing poetry is like that too; you have an idea, but if it morphs into something else, go with it. It reminds me of this Chuang Tzu quote:
Flow with whatever is happening.
Let your mind be free.
Stay centered by accepting
Whatever you are doing.
–Photos by me
in the night
a subtle sight
inscrutable
in morning
light
here i find
my quiet mind
the world’s
worries far
behind
inner peace
comes over me
the night is come
and now i
see
–image by pinterest
A tiny toad, hoping my camera lens isn’t a gaping mouth.
A smirking bunny, father of hundreds.
A Scottish Highland cow with stylish, peek-a-boo bangs.
A sandhill crane, just being weird.
A happy mama with her ducklings in a row.
*Other colored lives that matter:
~All lives matter
–Photos by me