
our past is written
and then quickly disappears;
our future, unknown
–photo by me

our past is written
and then quickly disappears;
our future, unknown
–photo by me

i saw the deer, the deer saw me
we bonded telepathically
she sent me vibes that she would wait
and then ran out in front of me
so if your psyche seems entwined
with roadside deer, i think you’ll find
that as a human being like me
you cannot know the cervine mind
–photo by me

a young squirrel stands
bent over like an old man–
my back starts to ache
–photo by me

our earth’s own
changing sky, i think,
shows she has
feelings, too;
there are days she’s in the pink–
other days, she’s blue
–photo by me
all of a sudden
i stood face to face
with the enemy;
i could see the fear
in his big brown eyes.
i had a gun; he didn’t.
slowly, i aimed at him–
could i really kill him
right here in cold blood?
they say to never hesitate,
but now, for some reason,
i couldn’t pull the trigger!
he probably had a family
and friends — just like me.
as i stood there watching,
he began to back away;
i just had to let him go–
i’d never tell the others,
but i was secretly glad
when he suddenly bolted
for the safety of the woods–
antlers held high.

“Are you my mommy?”

“Out of my way! I have a ton of dam work to do!”

“What the hell are you looking at, buddy?”

“Okay, I’m ready. Do you think I should smile or no?”
–Photos by me

“We don’t
inherit the earth
from our ancestors,
we borrow it
from our children.”
–Chief Seattle
–Photo by me

The vulture called ‘Old Rough & Ready’
Admitted his real name’s Eddy,
And laughing, I said,
“With those claws and that head,
You strike me as more of a Freddy.”
–Photo by me
Staying with the same mate for a lifetime can be quite a challenge. Let me share with you what I’ve discovered about it in my thirty-five years of marriage, before my wife Jody unexpectedly passed away about twelve years ago:
There seems to be four distinct stages to a successful life-long relationship.

The first stage is flirting. This is where we act all coy, bat our eyelashes, and show off our wares.

The next stage is bliss. Our young, slender bodies move together in step as we learn the dance of love.

The third stage is turmoil. This is when it becomes obvious that we both lied in stage one.

And finally, acceptance. If we make it through that painful third stage, we truly deserve the fourth, where we learn to hang out with each other and watch the world go by together; in many ways, it’s the best of the four. I wish I could’ve had a little more of it, but I’m thankful for what I had!
Happy Valentine’s Day!!
–Photos by me

people tell us to
keep moving ahead in life
and never look back–
but if we never look back,
then what are we climbing for?
–photo by me