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

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

–photos by me

the great mystery
of the cosmos was revealed
to me in a dream–
it’s gone now, but i recall
that i couldn’t stop laughing
–photo by me
one of the letters on
my laptop quit working,
and it’s driving me crazy;
i can’t even tell you which–
wait, i think i just did!

they say that the canada jays
are true to canadian ways:
they have fluffy feathers
for very cold weather
and nest in the coldest of days
–photo by me

a top predator,
he’s at the top of his game
in the top of a tree–
yet ‘the top’ is not for all;
i hear that it’s lonely there
–photo by me

ghostly auroras–
long fingers of light fumbling
around in the dark
–photo by me

i don’t go to a man-made church;
the ever-changing sky is my temple.
it has no doors, no roof, no book.
you’ll find no labels or shame here,
only profound awe and wonder,
and an overwhelming reverence
for the beauty and grandeur
of the living sky.
–photo by me