
–photo by me
–photo by me
not far
from its source,
the burgeoning force
of the great mississippi
is born,
yet here
there’s no mud,
no pollution, no flood–
just an endless display of
earth porn.
–photo by me
now winter arrives
in a flurry and promptly
erases the fall
–photo by son aaron
–photos by me
–Photo by me
Whenever I run into an old log cabin on my misadventures, it reminds me of a quote by Gene Logsdon:
“A log cabin symbolized
The embrace between
Civilization & nature,
Humans literally wrapping
The trees around them
As they might draw on
A coat and hat.”
I’m also reminded of the log cabin my friends and I built back in the high school days, mostly for a place to drink. It turned out to be a stunning structure, with over one hundred logs, cedar bunk beds, a cellar, and even an ornate church door with a round, porthole window. (That’s me with the machete–boys will be boys!)
–First photo by me
veterans day
has slipped away
like men and wars
they fought in,
but i’ll display
my flag each day
so they won’t be
forgotten,
and though it’s worn,
begrimed and torn,
its wounds do not
disgrace it–
yet on that day
war goes away,
i’ll happily
replace it.
–photo by me
–photos by me
things that
get left out
may develop
damaged
souls
–photo by me
I grew up in a very old fashioned Norwegian family of ten. (Eleven, if you count Gramma Olga, matriarch of our household.) I remember Olga pedaling away on the old Singer sewing machine, singing ancient songs and rhymes; as a young boy, I was more interested in how the sewing machine worked than those soon-to-be-forgotten words. How I wish now that I had taken the time to learn them!
On the other hand, the Norwegian Table Prayer will never be forgotten, as we children had to recite it, in unison, in Norske, before every meal. It goes like this:
I Jesu navn gar vi til bords
Og spiser, drikker pa ditt ord
Deg, Gud, til aere, oss til gavn
Sa fa vi mat i Jesu navn.
Amen.
Translation:
In Jesus name, we go to the table
To eat and drink according to his word
To God, the honor, to us the gain
So we have food in Jesus name.
Amen
Yea, Olga was old-country stern. I always thought she was just being mean by not letting me rest while churning butter; turns out she was only being firm with me because she wanted firm butter!
Art by Yamata