



–photos by me
–photos by me
–Photos by me
flamboyant maples
offset the austerity
of the stately pines
-photo by me
deep in the forest
our secrets are still not safe
from the babbling brook
if we want to keep secrets
we must hide them from ourselves
–photo by me
I love rugged old fences, so when I spotted one on the side of the road, I pulled over to take a picture. I would try to get a few of the horses in the shot, especially the colt hiding behind mama. Zooming in, I noticed the insulators and wire running down the length of it– my rustic gnarled fence was electric!
When I was a young boy, my family was visiting our cousins on their farm, and one of the older boys challenged us naive city slickers to pee on the electric fence. Well, I was having no part of that, but my brother was the type of person who just had to, for what reason, I’ll never know. And let me just say, there are those who claim you can’t get shocked that way, but there was no mistaking my brother’s extreme “discomfort”.
Anyway, that brings me to the Will Rogers quote:
“There are three kinds of men.
The ones who learn by reading,
The few who learn by observation,
And the rest of them, who have to pee
On the electric fence for themselves.”
–Photo by me
leaves are most lovely
when the beholder knows that
they’ll all soon be gone
–photo/art by me
inspiration
find a view
imagination
stir the stew
exasperation
what to do
determination
see it through
publication
start anew
–photo by me
–photo/art by me
My son Aaron and I took a drive yesterday to a quaint old country church south of Red Lake to look for the graves of our four forefathers: Ole, Jens, Tom, and Harry. I’d been there once years ago, but it was new to Aaron.
Along the way, the geese were amassing in the fields. Every so often, a huge flock would lift from the field like a blanket of fog, and begin their long flight south.
As we passed Red Lake, I felt it was my patriotic duty to capture the colors of the red ferns, white swans, and blue heron.
We made it to the church, and because all country churches are nearly identical, I walked out to an adjacent field for a photo of it from a more unique view.
Unless you live near your family’s cemetery, it’s a little unnerving to see your own name on a headstone. But in another way, perhaps it makes it a little easier to accept one’s eventual place in the big picture.
For now, it’s important to live my life right, by following my heart, so that when the time comes, my forefathers will be waiting for me with open arms. It won’t be Valhalla, for I am no warrior, but I’ll be in good company.
–Photos by me
while hiking through
a land unseen,
i stumbled on a view
where luscious hills
of verdant green
encradle waters blue
–photo by me