
a frozen
creek may seem at first
as silent
as a book
but once the ice has melted
it’s a babbling brook
–photo by me

a frozen
creek may seem at first
as silent
as a book
but once the ice has melted
it’s a babbling brook
–photo by me

morning has broken–
and all of its pieces are
ablaze in the sky
–photo by me




–photos by me

My son Aaron and I took a walk through the lowlands at the foot of the Laurentian Divide yesterday. We chatted about his upcoming trip to Vietnam. At 45, he’s decided to take a month off from his job and visit a girlfriend who teaches English in Ho Chi Minh City, instead of buying a motorcycle like I did when I was going through my midlife crisis.
Some fathers might discourage such a thing, but I say go for it! Soon you’ll be too old to gallivant around the globe, and all you’ll have is memories, so make them worthwhile.
be like the mountain–
keep your feet on the ground
but reach for the sky
–Photo by me

Shoot into the sun to show shape and projecture;

have the sun at your back to show color and texture.
I took both of these photos of the ice at the pit melting from the same spot, but in opposite directions.
–Photos by me

don’t put off the things
that you want to do in life
until the end nears,
for heaven may be closer
than it presently appears
–photo by me

I walked down the tracks on this beautiful day

It wasn’t too long, and a train came my way.

They rumble along through the hills and the dales,

And sometimes there’s more than just trains on the rails.
–Photos by me

the gander
said to mother goose
that it was
time to go,
so they flew up north and found
nothing there but snow
–photo by me

this owl effectively conveyed
that he was deaf and mute–
no matter how much noise i made,
he didn’t give a hoot
–photo by me




–photos by me