
free fallin’
tree pollen
collects on creeks
of size,
where it appears
in nature’s mirrors
as starry, starry
skies.
–photo by me

free fallin’
tree pollen
collects on creeks
of size,
where it appears
in nature’s mirrors
as starry, starry
skies.
–photo by me

it looks like the lake
has sprung a leak with no lack
of recent rainfall
–photo by me




–photos by me
I haven’t been able to post much lately because my son and I are in the process of moving. The job we moved to the farmlands of northwestern Minnesota for closed down, so it’s back to the Iron Range. But don’t worry, it’s just as beautiful and inspiring here, and I’ve managed to snap a few shots since we arrived to prove it.






–Photos by me

there were so many songbirds around,
so i hung up some feeders and found
that no matter how clever
my suspension endeavor,
they would always end up on the ground
–photo by me




–photos by me

when it comes to great truths,
it is said that those who know don’t say,
and those who say don’t know;
but those who know don’t say
because they understand that there are
no words to express what they know,
not because they’re trying to
keep safe what they know.
so, should anyone tell you that
they have great truths to share,
you can be sure that they don’t.
–photo by me

ghostly auroras
rain down in shimmering shafts
of colorful light

–photos by me

I went to bed one night and soon found myself in a line of young passengers waiting to board a train.
I had been experimenting with dream control at the time, after realizing that we spend a third of our lives unconscious, and I’d had some success, but it was an on-going learning process. For example, the hardest part was finding a way to realize I was dreaming. In time, I found that if I felt like I had to urinate, but there were no bathrooms to be found, it was a dream. Also, once I did realize I was dreaming, there was a tendency to immediately wake up, which I learned to overcome by focusing on the dream’s surroundings. I began to have flying dreams and such, but this one took it to a new level.
There were four or five boys in the line ahead of me, and I asked them if they wanted to see some magic. They looked at me like I was some kind of crack-pot, of course, and I found myself saying, “Watch this!” And then I woke myself up.
I know that dreams don’t extend beyond the confines of our own minds, but there’s a little part of me that wonders if there are some boys somewhere, in some other realm, standing around and scratching their heads after witnessing a crazy old man vanish before their eyes.
–Image by AI

there are meadows
in the forests
ever shrouded
by the trees,
where fairies
dance with daisies
when there’s magic
in the breeze;
they gather
there in secret
with their wings
and auburn hair
to dance
among the daisies
when there’s magic
in the air
–AI Image