
the scarecrow
quit his post today;
now crows are
in the grain–
some folks say he ran away
looking for a brain
–photo by me

the scarecrow
quit his post today;
now crows are
in the grain–
some folks say he ran away
looking for a brain
–photo by me

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

a brisk october morning
woodsmoke fills the air
land of sky-blue waters
the docks are put away
there’s no one fishing
the resort is deserted–
it’s all mine now
photo by me

we may not know where
we’re going, but we’re sure that
we’re getting there fast
–photo by me

a picnic table
is the perfect place to feast–
on nature’s beauty
our souls always hunger for
nature’s beautiful banquet
–photo by me

fall colors blaze in
the pine forest’s underbrush–
flames frozen in time
–photo by me

starlight falls out of the skies
and settles in her upturned eyes
she peers into the jeweled vault
until the sun begins to rise
an amateur astronomer
she knows the moons of jupiter
orion’s belt and saturn’s rings
she loves the stars like i love her
i hope someday she’ll love me too
but i will not obstruct her view
or take the stars out of her eyes
my love for her is tried and true
–photo by me

autumn tumbles down
the ski slope like so many
falls to soon follow
–photo by me

for nature shots,
the chances are
that i won’t have to
go too far,
for nature’s riches
are bestowed
upon the ditches
of my road
–photo by me

i look in
the woods with caution
to see what
i can see
and every so often
it looks back at me
–photo by me