



–photos by me




–photos by me

When I just can’t seem to put any words together on the page, I’ll put something else together on it, like this birch bark pick-up truck. It keeps the creative juices flowing through the dreaded writer’s block, and when the dam finally breaks, I’m ready to go.
Of course, good photos are the best inspiration for me, but this time of year it’s hard to get out in the woods, and now that we finally have an appreciable amount of snow, the options grow thin. Maybe I’ll go look for more birch bark.
–Photo by me

The new year is a good time for some cool, calm reflection on our lives. It’s a time to take a crystal clear look at where we’ve been and where we’re going. A lot of folks like to make resolutions on this day of the year, but I find that planning a big change on a certain date does not carry the gravitas needed for success.
Anyway, I can’t believe it’s 2024! I remember when the year 2000 seemed so futuristic, and I wondered if I’d live long enough to see it. Where’s those flying cars?
As for me, I’m just going to grab my camera, mount my sturdy beast, and head into the wilds, continuing to do what I love most. Happy New Year!!

–Photos by me (and AI)

i savor the flavor
of butterscotch skies
with brown sugar clouds
in a buttery blend
i stir up the syrup
my finger held high
and slide the sun down
as another day ends
–photo by me

the old year
fades and disappears–
what will the
new year bring?
just like all the other years:
more of everything
–photo by me




–photos by me

i call him a weasel or stoat
while others say ermine, i note,
but we all agree
he’s as cute as can be
as he stands in his little white coat
–photo by me
I’m taking a little break from writing to “wrap up” my Christmas obligations and visit family, but here are four of my favorite shots (so far) from 2023:




Happy Holidays to all!!
–Photos by me

All is quiet here today at the little round table on the rocky shore of Rapid River. In the spring, the river’s annual flooding brings birds of all kinds as well as fishermen, tourists, birdwatchers, and old men with cameras like me. All summer and into the fall, its roaring rapids teem with activity, but for now, the sights of the round table are…tabled.

–Photos by me

beauty is not in
the eye of the beholder–
it is in the soul
and the soul can find beauty
in the strangest of places

–photos by me