
…and where do
old geese git to die?
ain’t neither
seen a one
come a-fallin’ from the sky
nor et by the sun.
–photo by me

…and where do
old geese git to die?
ain’t neither
seen a one
come a-fallin’ from the sky
nor et by the sun.
–photo by me

yes, i talk to myself
at times when i’m alone,
but never when i’m out
walking in the woods–
sure, i still talk,
but not to myself.
–photo by me

kestrel
striking, colorful
hunting, hovering, swooping
prefers mice and sparrows
falcon
–photo by me

when you’re in the path of a total eclipse,
the day becomes night, and the temperature dips;
the stars all come out, as the moon and the sun
embrace one another — becoming as one.
and in some weird way, it touches your soul
when the sun in the sky becomes a black hole,
it’s so surreal — yet a beautiful thing —
and it ends with a kiss and a diamond ring.
–composite photo by me

childhood memories
would have us spend our whole lives
chasing a feeling
–image by ai

the countless stars blaze–
an ancient affinity
stirs deep in my soul
–photo by me

There seems to be a rift in how people feel about looking back on their lives. Some folks say that we can’t move forward while looking back; others say that it can give us insight into a bigger picture of ourselves.
For me, I think looking back (in moderation) is a good thing. For example, looking back on some of my earliest posts teaches me how not to write–and that brings me to today’s quote by Jack Paar:
“Looking back, my life seems
like one long obstacle race,
with me as the chief obstacle.”
–Photo by me

Finally, enough snow has melted for me to get out here in the woods woods. I’m glad to see the deer doing well after a mild winter; they seem to be in pretty good shape. Their coats have quite a few nicks and cuts in them, but that’s to be expected the way they’re always bounding over farmers’ barbed-wire fences around here. On the other hand, they’re much safer from the wolves in snow, so there’s always that.
it soothes my soul to
be back out here among our
woodland wanderers

–Photos by me

rock-a-bye birdie
on the treetop
i came here today
for a photo op
but when the wind blew
my tripod did fall
and down came my camera
lenses and all
–photo by me

If I had a shop, I would fill up the shelves
With amethyst angels and emerald elves,
Black onyx panthers with rubies for eyes,
And wee topaz fairies as blue as the skies.
I’d have cool turquoise turtles, Buddhas of jade,
And solid gold snails with diamonds in-laid;
There’d be tiger’s eye lions, quartz crystal cats,
And peridot puppies in sapphire hats.
Yes, if I had a shop, I would light up the scene
With a grand chandelier made of aquamarine.
–Image by AI