
if you could be an owl for a day,
would you be a snowy or a grey?
Though to some, that sounds nice,
it would come with a price–
you’d be plumb full of mice either way

–photos by me

if you could be an owl for a day,
would you be a snowy or a grey?
Though to some, that sounds nice,
it would come with a price–
you’d be plumb full of mice either way

–photos by me

i fancy
frozen rivers white
with snow from
shore to shore,
and if the sun’s warm and bright,
i like them e’en more
–photo by me

the iron ore’s gone
but each night at sunset there’s
gold in them thar hills
–photo by me
Well, we finally made it to February, the longest shortest month of the year. At this point, summer seems so far away, but hang in there, it’s coming. Here’s a few summer shots as a reminder of why it’s worth the wait:




–Photos by me




–Photos by me




–photos by me

the night brought a foxy young guest
whose poise had us very impressed
’til the yard light came on
and her halo was gone–
and then, she was demon possessed.

–photos by me

looks like i’ve found a
secret, hidden entrance to
a magical realm
if i never come back out,
you’ll know i was right, indeed
–photo by me

take me away
to a moonlit bay
where moonbeams play
upon the shore,
for there, by the sea,
i feel like i’m free
to just be me
and nothing more
–photo by me




–photos by me