
I love this quote from The Color Purple: “I think it pisses God off when a person walks by the color purple in a field and doesn’t notice it.”
–Photo by me

I love this quote from The Color Purple: “I think it pisses God off when a person walks by the color purple in a field and doesn’t notice it.”
–Photo by me

My son Aaron and I like to go on “adventures” together as often as we can. Today, we’re at the very rocky North Shore of Lake Superior, or Gitchi Gami, as the Indians called it, meaning “Great Sea”. It’s the world’s largest fresh-water lake, and has the highest elevation of the Great Lakes chain.
We’re climbing around on the massive rocks to try to find a good shot, and it’s so hot, I’m tempted to dive in. There’s a constant squawking of sea gulls and other birds as they keep jockeying for better positions on the rocky islands just off shore. The relentless waves slap against the unyielding stone. A tall sailboat silently slides by.
As I stand here and gaze out over the vast expanse of water, I suddenly feel very small, and I realize how lucky I am to have this precious time together with my son.
* * *
a shore of great stones–
solid as the bond between
a father and son

–photos by me

There are blonde little ponies
Out here everywhere;
They race with the wind,
And it tousles their hair.
But look a bit closer–
You’ll find, as you pass,
The blonde little ponies
Have turned into grass.
–Photo by me

the days are too long
the afternoons are too hot
a star is too close

This is the St. James mine pit, now filled with water so clear, you can drink it right out of the pit. In fact, that’s where our city water comes from. Makes great coffee. The water is a beautiful green-blue because it’s almost 500 feet deep.
–Photo by me

A neighborhood squirrel named Jack
Does a dance in the street for a snack
And when people ask why,
All we say in reply
Is an acorn’s a tough nut to crack.
–photo by me

–photo by me

the coming storm
obscures the light
of lifted lamp
and golden door;
without our beacon
burning bright,
our land grows dark
from shore to shore.
–photo by me

fawn
tawny, dappled
nursing, hiding, leaping
always waiting for mama
bambi
–photo by me

the babbling brook can’t
help but spill its secrets to
the whispering wind
–photo by me