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we old folks
live from day to day,
determined
not to die–
tho the sun has slipped away,
there’s fire in the sky
–photo by me
we old folks
live from day to day,
determined
not to die–
tho the sun has slipped away,
there’s fire in the sky
–photo by me
I’m standing out here in the bitter cold wind on the shore of Lake of the Woods, and the lake is freezing over as I watch. The ice has spread out another 10 feet or so since I got here; it won’t be long now till all 1,700 square miles of the lake will disappear under ice.
and now, before my very eyes,
the lake begins to crystallize;
it spreads so fast, i must surmise
the fish are in for a surprise
–photo by me
i peered into a perfect sky–
so perfect, it looked fake,
and suddenly
it came to me
that i was not awake.
with that, the thought occurred to me
that maybe i could fly–
without ado
away i flew
into the perfect sky.
–photo by me
Winter may have come late this year, but she’s definitely here today. Brrr. Her order for snow has yet to arrive, but the lakes and rivers are freezing so quickly.
I just wrote a haiku the other day about the river being open so late in the year; today, it looks like milk flowing through honey-colored land. The land of milk and honey?
This looks like the perfect place (in summer) for a swing. The grass here crunches under my feet.
At the marina on Lake of the Woods, the boats are all put away for the winter. If you’ve left yours in the water, it’s too late now.
The Big Lake itself is still mostly open, but it’s freezing fast. It’s hard to believe this will soon be a forty mile ice road to Canada. The wind is so cold, I can only stand here long enough to snap a picture. I take one last look; all is quiet save the lapping of the waves as the sun sets on another day.
–Photos by me
My wife Jody suffered from depression (which eventually led to her fatal drug overdose), and I remember how frustrated I was that I couldn’t do anything to help. It came from inside her, and seemed to have little to do with how things were.
It’s been over 12 years since she’s been gone, and life goes on. When I took this photo, it reminded me of her depression, so I wrote down how I think she might’ve felt:
there’s a bright blue sky
just beyond these dark trees;
a wonderful world of beauty;
a world of light and love
where people wave and smile
and life…happens;
a world of fussy grandmas
and naughty grandchildren–
if only I could get beyond
these damn black trees!
it’s no use; they’re too thick.
maybe if I take more morphine,
i’ll get to that blue sky.
And that she did.
–photo by me
it’s late in the year
the river should be frozen
i’ll go with the flow
–photo by me
–photos by me
This is what I open my eyes to every morning. I never know how long my cat Freya’s been sitting there, staring at me as I sleep, but I know what she wants: she’s been on a no-snacking-at-night diet, and she gets a little eager for breakfast.
This morning, as I was just lying back, waiting for the oomph to drag myself out of bed, I started wondering if Freya is aware of the passage of time, or is it always “now” to her. I could find no clue in her big green eyes, but I think it’s the latter because…
the past is remembered
in the here and now,
and the future is imagined
in the here and now,
but the present is real
in the here and now–
freya may be right:
it has always been now
and it always will be
–photo by me
out here in the forest
i confess to the trees
for my secrets are safe
with any of these;
but i don’t talk to those
who would tell all my sins–
like the babbling brooks
and the whispering winds
–photo by me
There’s a two or three year old juvenile eagle in a tree ahead, giving me the eagle-eye. He’s almost as big as an adult, but he doesn’t have the bald (white) head yet, and his beak is only half yellow.
If I come any closer, he’ll fly away. It’s kinda funny, cuz if he wanted to, he could sink those six-inch talons into my neck and open my skull like a can of beans with his beak.
Eagles are sea birds. They love to have fish over for dinner, and will even transport them to their nests free of charge, but after the lakes freeze over, road-kill tops the menu.
juvenile eagles
always give me a craving
for fudge swirl ice cream
–photo by me