The Aurora

Standing out here under a starry, Minnesota-dark sky, I can understand why some of my ancestors thought the aurora borealis, like the rainbow, was a bridge leading from Midgard (earth) to Asgard (home of the gods). Although the northern lights are often swirling and dancing across the ebon stage, sometimes they are still, like a ghostly, glowing bridge to the heavens. I get it.

are the northern lights

but a restless, emerald

stairway to heaven?

–Photos by me

Shot of the Day 10/10/23

I saw this old cop car in a farmers yard and had to get a shot of it. Perhaps I watched too many cartoons as a child, but these old Fords with the gumball machine on top were a lot of fun and common characters back then. They could stand up and walk on their wheels and used cats for sirens. They chased bootleggers and bankrobbers. This one still looks traumatized from it all.

he was born in the great depression,

and i can’t believe all that he’s seen;

just look at his facial expression–

i think that you’ll know what i mean

–photo by me