
an eagle–
or, perhaps a drone
was circling
o’er my place,
so, when i looked up at him,
i smiled, just in case.
–photo by me

an eagle–
or, perhaps a drone
was circling
o’er my place,
so, when i looked up at him,
i smiled, just in case.
–photo by me

wildfire smoke in the skies
makes for a lovely sunrise,
but the woods, i am learning,
ain’t all that is burning–
right now, it’s my throat and my eyes.
–photo by me

rain comes down upon the range,
and something strange befuddles
all the people passing through:
the sight of rusty puddles.
in all those pools of opaque orange,
an iron oxide’s found–
it seeps into the water here
up from the rusty ground.
and yes, year after year, that rust
into our world seeps;
perhaps someday we’ll rust away–
i’ve heard it never sleeps.
–photo by me




–photos by me

a forest clearing
with a patch of wildflowers–
it’s picnic perfect!
–photo by me
pressing people
all around
they stop and go
they’re up and down
to and fro
all day and night
fast and slow
black and white
high and low
left and right
marching sheeple
toe to toe
pressing people
i don’t know
in my church, i have always been told
that a rich man can’t enter the fold,
so it seems a bit odd
of our down-to-earth god
to dress heaven in pearls and gold.

As a teen, I was an avid reader of science fiction and fantasy, and the idea of finding some kind of hidden portal to another reality didn’t seem all that far-fetched.
Now, as an old man, I still think about it when I’m out here in the forest; there could be an entrance to another world anywhere among all these old trees, perhaps leading to a magical realm of fairies and elves.
Well, in a way, I have found portals in the woods. In fact, they’re everywhere, which leads me to today’s quote by mountaineer and author John Muir:
“Between every
two pines is a doorway
to a new world.”
–Photo by me




–photos by me
nothing makes a man
reconsider his path like
a close lightning strike–
that goes for his path in life
as well as his path in step