
old age is much like
driving down to the big lake
with rusty brake lines
–photo by me

old age is much like
driving down to the big lake
with rusty brake lines
–photo by me

love is like the sea,
endlessly lapping at
our rocky shores;
in time, it fashions
our sandy beaches
and yet remains
unchanged
–photo by me

They say a lot of things. For example, they say in North Dakota that you can watch your dog run away for two days. Here in Minnesota, they say there’s no summer–only three months of poor sledding.
They also say that the color yellow represents happiness. There are the obvious reasons, of course, like sunshine and such, but I’d like to suggest a deeper connection. You see, we have no receptors in our eyes for yellow; what we’re actually seeing is a certain ratio of red to green. Our brains do the rest.
Your color yellow and mine might not even be the same.
And so the connection between yellow and happiness is this: they can only come from within.
–Photo by me

the simplest patterns
observed in nature betray
her deepest secrets–
from the formation of stars
to the rise of life itself
–photo by me

there’s a rare condition
in the land of snow and ice:
the friendly disposition
known as minnesota nice
it quickens when it’s colder,
and wherever you may go,
it’ll settle on your shoulders
like the softly falling snow,
and all it takes, in fact,
is to visit once or twice,
and you’re likely to contract
a case of minnesota nice
–photo of my daughter, chelsea




–photos by me

it took men a long time
to come to understand
that the raw materials
necessary for life were
forged in the center
of a giant supernova–
yet sunflowers seem to
have known it all along
–photo by me

some pictures need a train
some pictures don’t
sometimes i’ll wait for one
sometimes i won’t
–photo by me

perhaps our souls are
not somewhere deep in our chests,
but in our faces–
why else do people end up
with the face that they deserve?

–photos by me




–photos by me