Category: poetry

City on the Lake

It is impossible to get a good picture of the city on the lake. If I zoom in, I can only see a small section of all the icehouses clearly; if I zoom out, they tend to disappear in the haze before I can get them all in. It’s somewhat like the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle: you can have one or the other, but not both. Unless you have a drone, that is, and I don’t.

only from a view above

could i directly take

an all-inclusive picture of

the city on the lake

–Photos by me

Sundogs

I woke up this morning to what appeared to be three suns shining into my frosty bedroom window and knew at once how cold it had to be outside. I was tempted to crawl back under my warm blanket and go back to sleep, but I didn’t want to miss the shot, so I quickly threw on a couple layers of clothes and headed out.

I was not disappointed. A heavenly halo, studded with sundogs as brilliant as diamonds, hung low in the ice-crystal sky. It was a sight to behold, even with a -30 degree windchill burning my face. Fortunately, I was able to get a few shots before my fingers started to freeze.

flanked by his two dogs

the god of the sky brightens

the frigid morning

–photos by me

heavenly peace

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