
Dylan’s Highway 61
Heads up to Thunder Bay
And hugs the rocky cliffs that run
All along the way.
Today, under a pleasant sun,
Our families come to play–
To get away and have some fun
On this Labor Day.
–Photo by me

Dylan’s Highway 61
Heads up to Thunder Bay
And hugs the rocky cliffs that run
All along the way.
Today, under a pleasant sun,
Our families come to play–
To get away and have some fun
On this Labor Day.
–Photo by me

3 a.m., can’t sleep–
if only there was something
uplifting to do
–photo by me

life is poetry–
a free-flowing form
of self-expression;
line by line,
our lives
pass into poems.
some are sonnets;
others are odes,
haiku, epic, free verse.
some take
a tanka turn–
i think mine must
be a limerick.
–photo by me

so lovely in their innocence,
the wild hops upon this fence
give off that old familiar scent
i knew in drinking days,
and if i wasn’t on year three
of self-imposed sobriety,
perhaps the hops would trigger me–
i’ve truly changed my ways!
–photo by me
I’m always exploring new trails, and I’ve come to find that every trail has its own feel–its own personality.

Some are bathed in dappled light,

While others reach a lofty height;

Some are old roads, all grown-in,

And some are downright alien.
–Photos by me

Oscar Wilde once said that life imitates art
While most would hold that art imitates life.
Perhaps both are true, as this photo is an
Example of life imitating art imitating life.
–Photo by Aaron




–photos by me

some folks think
that being ‘up-front’
is something
that they do
when they talk behind your back–
right in front of you
–photo by me






–photos by me

northern lights are sheer
colored curtains fluttering
in the solar wind
–photo by me