i gaze at the stars and wonder
what strange tales are being told
around those distant campfires.
do they look up at our twinkling star
and spin exotic stories about us?
perhaps we each see the other
as something unknowable, a part
of the mystery of the heavens–
and there’s peace of mind in that.
–photo by me
i’m walking
down a lonely shore
the trees are
rimed with frost
it somehow makes me feel sad
and a little lost
–photo by me
when great sheets of ice are conveyed
to the shore with the wind as an aid,
they shatter like glass
and the shards soon amass–
and that’s how ice mountains are made
–photo by me
–photos by me
These ice fishermen are a crazy lot. Despite all the warnings of thin ice due to unseasonably warm weather, they insist on driving out on it and putting up their ice houses. They must have their fish!
On Lake of the Woods, one person has drowned already, and over forty others had to be rescued by boat when the ice broke off from the shore and floated away.
On Red Lake, it’s even crazier; a plane and several vehicles have gone through the ice, and over a hundred eager fishermen had to be rescued. I love fish too, but not that much!
people are dying
to get out on the thin ice–
some more than others
–Photos by me
when i was a young boy,
it was the ancient face
that cows jumped over;
when i was a young man,
it became my chaperone
and followed me on dates;
and now that i’m old,
it’s the pocked and ruddy
face of an adolescent–
by these observations,
i can only surmise
that when i die,
the moon will be born
–photo by me (double exposure)
Inside my head
B-movies stream
With pointless plots
And senseless themes
For nothing here
Is as it seems–
I love the world
Of dreams
–Photo/art by me
the winter woodlands
coax me into the chaos
of their crystal webs
–photo by me
–photos by me
most minnesotans
are suspiciously silent
on global warming
–photos by me
michaeljordahl 