
purple haze all around
canada is burning down
it sure makes a great sunrise
‘scuse me while i kiss the sky

–photos by me

purple haze all around
canada is burning down
it sure makes a great sunrise
‘scuse me while i kiss the sky

–photos by me




–photos by me

when summer’s
haze is hanging o’er
the land it
seems to me
like i’m standing on the shore
of the deep blue sea
–photo by me

short on brains and bug spray,
i waltzed into the bog;
i had to get a picture of
the dead trees in the fog,
when suddenly, the sky was filled
with skeeters, through and through;
they got into my ears and nose–
behind my glasses, too!
and as I did the swatting dance,
i must have looked so weird
with those crumpled
little corpses strewn
across my once-white beard,
and yet i got the must-have shot
despite the bugs and mud–
and the feeling like i was low
a quart or two on blood,
so now, on my adventures,
i bring bug spray by the ton,
for i won’t soon forget the morn
that skeeters almost won.

–photos by me

the coming storm
obscures the light
of lifted lamp
and golden door;
without our beacon
burning bright,
our land grows dark
from shore to shore.
–photo by me

I walked down to the lake this morning and had the pleasure of watching a mother loon feed breakfast to her fluffy little loonlet (yes, that’s what they’re called).

She’d dive down and disappear for half a minute or so, and it didn’t take long before she came up with a fish. And another. And another.

Here, she’s “handing off” a crayfish (we used to call them crawdads when I was a kid) to her little one. Whenever she came up with a crayfish, she would knock it around and whip it back and forth to subdue it before feeding it to the youngster.

–Photos by me




–photos by me

A blue heron is dwarfed by the world’s largest floating loon on Silver Lake in Virginia, MN. The loon, unlike the heron, is tethered by a cable to the bottom of the lake, and only comes out of the water in winter.
I don’t know what it is about us Iron Rangers, but we also have the world’s largest hockey stick in Eveleth, a couple of miles from here.

–Photos by Aaron

I asked the sun why
He puts on such a show
When he rises or sets–
I wanted to know.
He said he hoped someday
To become a big star,
And all I could say was,
“You already are!”
–Photo by me




–photos by me