
there once was a bubbly, young girl
as bright as a bushy-tailed squirrel,
but her mate wouldn’t quit
telling her she was shit–
now she just wants to hide from the world
-photo by me

there once was a bubbly, young girl
as bright as a bushy-tailed squirrel,
but her mate wouldn’t quit
telling her she was shit–
now she just wants to hide from the world
-photo by me

the moon and stars now flee before
the mighty sun’s great, flaming sword;
he thrusts it forth to pierce the night
and make way for the golden light
that may, someday, bring peace upon
all mankind–the golden dawn
photo by me

bosses’ pets often
find themselves looked down on with
unbridled contempt
–photo by me

a surreal cold
evergreens turn bitter blue
rubber crunching road
–photo by me

It’s so bright and sunny out here that it’s hard to believe there’s a whole other world just under the snow and ice– a world of nothing but cold and dark. In a way, it reminds me of us, with our own two sides.
A snowy blanket has two sides:
One that shows and one that hides;
The open side is bathed in light–
The other, though, is black as night
–Photo by me
With all this snow, my son Aaron and I decided to take a little road trip to try to find the source of it all. We have a pretty good idea, so we’re heading for Giant’s Ridge.

I’ve never seen so much snow hung up in the trees. We had to detour a few miles back because the snow had toppled a few of the big pines right on the road.

We decided to take a backroad to the ridge; now I’m not so sure this was a good idea.

After some hair-raising turns and slides on the forest road, we’re finally getting close; I can see snow drifting up between the trees.

Sure enough, we’ve found the culprit! I guess I better stop blaming God!!
–Photos by me

it’s often
my experience
that as i
shovel snow,
a large, treetop audience
gathers for the show
–photo by me




–Photos by me

the storms in life pass–
after which we may see things
in a whole new light;
the silver lining in clouds
sometimes gets left behind
–photo by me

as a child of nature,
now is the time
to clean my own slate
and unclutter my mind;
to let go of the past
and forgive what is due;
to lay bare my soul
and begin things anew
–photo by me