
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

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

clearly impotent,
the blushing sun hides his face
in the trees all day
–photo by me




–photos by me

silhouettes complement
the light, wispy skies
like jet black mascara
over pale blue eyes
–photo by me

we’re all born into
the one and only true faith–
just ask anyone
–photo by me

when winter temps decline,
the harbor freezes twice:
seemingly in time
and certainly in ice
–photo by me

the clouds are ablaze
and will soon turn to ashes
in the pale moonlight

–photos by me

When my son and I went down to the lake for some early-morning photography, we couldn’t believe our eyes: there, in the dawn’s early light, it appeared as though some great sea monsters had emerged from the deep in the night. All up and down the shoreline, these scaly leviathans were silhouetted against the saffron sky. It reminded me of a pod of beached whales.
The daylight revealed something almost as strange: the monsters had become huge piles of ice, which form (I later learned) when broken-up ice is driven by high winds to the shoreline; it’s a naturally occurring phenomenon called ice-stacking. So much for sea monsters.
in the dark, we can
only imagine monsters–
at dawn, we see them

–photos by me




–photos by me

it had snowed
once in november,
yet all that
snow would go,
and now here in december–
our second first snow!

–photos by me