
A family of Canadian “honkers” enjoying a late afternoon outing.
–Photo by my son, Aaron

A family of Canadian “honkers” enjoying a late afternoon outing.
–Photo by my son, Aaron

My son Aaron and I are way back in the wilderness of Superior National Forest, and we’ve just stumbled upon a recently constructed beaver dam. Unfortunately, beavers like to lounge around inside their “lodge” where they’re high and dry, and safe from predators during the day. The construction project is all done on the night shift, so we’ll have to settle for some photos of the pond.

Mama is most likely tending to some little ones inside the lodge, as beavers have from one to four kits in the spring.
One thing there is no shortage of out here is woodticks. We must have pulled twenty or thirty of the little blood-suckers off our legs already. And then there’s lyme disease.
Well, it looks like there will be no tail-slapping activities here today.
* * *
found a beaver dam
a newly built beaver dam–
and no beaver. damn

–Photos by me

odd assortments of
faithful fans line the forest’s
carpeted runways
–photo by me

My new ride. Harry Potter had his Nimbus 2000. This is my Stimulus 2020.
There are so many nice, winding bicycle trails linking the small towns of the Iron Range now. Paved and groomed, they’re great for the “mature” bicyclist such as myself.
Like walking or jogging, there’s something about doing it that helps you jostle things into place in your head, and keeps the body balanced–which brings me to the quote by Albert Einstein:
“Life is like riding a bike.
To keep balanced,
you must keep moving.”

–Photos by me

The ship was in great peril;
Her hull had sprung a leak,
And so our captain called the crew
On deck so he could speak:
“We’re working to repair the hull,”
He crooned, clearing his throat,
“Until we do, our big bilge pump
Will keep the ship afloat,
And as repairs may take some time,
I’m making this decree:
All non-essential items
Must be thrown into the sea.”
And yet the ship sunk faster,
And our frantic captain roared,
“That pump is too damned heavy,
We must throw it overboard!”

–photo by me

llama
social, curious
grazing, spitting, playing
may save us all
camelid

Imagine my surprise when I ran into this woolly gal out in the woods! She had escaped from a nearby farm, but she happily followed me to it. The farmer told me that they used to have two more, but one wandered off and the other was killed by a bear.
Llamas, with their unique kind of blood, have recently shown an exciting potential for a coronavirus treatment. Go llamas!

–Photos by me

steel rails in moonlight
are sharper than
the edge of night
–photo by me

the morning fog will lift by noon;
for now the sun’s a pale moon
–photo by me

my son aaron took this shot of me the other evening. He’s such a creative photographer, I thought I’d throw this in to showcase his talent
–photo by aaron

mouth of the river–
ever agape with wonder
at the open sea
–photo by me