Category: photograhy

sunday thoughts

when it comes to great truths,

it is said that those who know don’t say,

and those who say don’t know;

but those who know don’t say

because they understand that there are

no words to express what they know,

not because they’re trying to

keep safe what they know.

so, should anyone tell you that

they have great truths to share,

you can be sure that they don’t.

–photo by me

Shot of the Day 5/7/24

Finally, I got a shot of a Great Grey–the tallest owl in the world! I’ve been trying to capture one since I moved up here, almost 3 years ago. Oh, I’ve caught glimpses of him from time to time, but he blends into the grey of the trees so well, he’s practically invisible. Isn’t he a beauty!

with his fancy grey coat and bow tie,

you’d think he’s a good-natured guy;

but look at those cold eyes of gold

and the way he looks into your soul

–Photo by me (finally!)

Old Photos (tanka)

Humble Beginnings (1955)

That’s me in my mother’s soon-to-be-overwhelmed arms. She had five more after this photo, and had to wash out each and every diaper. I was ten pounds, ten ounces at birth. Poor woman.

My handsome father got a job in the mines, so we lived in what was called a mining location. It was a rough place; I remember rats in the basement, getting worms, and a ride to the hospital with a tourniquet on my four year old arm.

if you want to know

your place in the universe,

look at old photos

the answer that you’re seeking

is right there in black and white

–Photo not by me, that’s for sure

Smiling Bear

I went for a walk, and what did I see

But the friendliest bear sitting up in a tree,

And I called out to him, “Hey, Mister Bear,

I was just wonderin’ what you’re doin’ up there.”

He smiled at me as he came climbing down–

But I was long gone ere he got to the ground.

–Photo by me

The Flow

This is where Rapid River flows into Rainy. Beyond that is Canada. Not only is it one of the best fishing spots around (for birds as well as fishermen), there’s a lightness in the air here and a sense of flow permeates everything. It’s a very special place to me, as it makes me feel connected to that flow.

whenever i’m here,

where the two rivers meet,

i stand on the bank

and feel the flow;

i feel the waters flowing

like the blood in my veins,

i feel the air flow around me

like the air in my lungs,

and i feel the life force itself

flowing in me and thru me–

and yet, amid all that,

whenever i’m here,

time seems to stand still.

–photo by me