



–photos by me




–photos by me

the bird struts his stuff
on big black rubbery feet–
what a silly goose!
photo by me

when it’s time to die,
i hope it happens at home–
here, in the forest
and so deep among the pines,
that nature can take its course
–photo by me




–Photos by me

shall we wish
upon distant stars
to make our
dreams come true
when there’s one in our back yard
that would surely do?
–photo by me

a hidden stream is wrested
from the verdant vegetation
and tumbles noisily down
a set of cool stone steps,
giving voice to the secrets
of its endless, cyclic travels.
secrets of strange lands
and thunderstorms and seas.
secrets–now borne on
the whispering wind.
–photo by aaron

to people, the spring
is a rebirth of life,
but to bass in the lake,
it’s a rebirth of light.
for many long months,
they lie caught in the grip
of the cold and the dark,
and with no fellowship.
what a glorious day,
when the sunlight pours in,
and at last, all the bass
are absolved of their sin.
–photo by me

though climbing mountains
gets us closer to heaven,
falling nails it

–photos by aaron




–photos by my son aaron

mountains look
like nosy neighbors
keeping watch
over men,
but the people, like pebbles,
are children to them
–photo by aaron