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Shot of the Day 6/24/22

Lil Blue Eyes was the saddest fawn I’d ever seen. She’d barely had time to dry off in this world when her mama crossed paths with modern civilization on the highway and left her to the wolves. Luckily, she was rescued by my farmer friend, who took her home and introduced her to all the barnyard denizens on her farm. Amazingly, she was befriended by all. Her family now includes many horses and their foals, dozens of cats and dogs, and one very fat-but-friendly hog. The sadness seems to be lifting.

–Photos by me

Inner Spaceships

The ships are coming!

Can’t you see them?

Their dark sails fill

The entire night sky

Advancing, advancing–

Can’t you hear them?

The collective roar

Of their vast armada

Thunders in my ears–

Can’t you feel them?

Their other-worldliness

Is already upon me

Permeating my mind–

The ships are coming!

Turtles

I was out on a bicycle ride yesterday when I came upon a huge, mossy-backed snapping turtle on the side of the road. It was obvious that she was laying a clutch of eggs–right there, inches from the busy highway! I would have wagged my finger at her for such wanton indiscretion, but she could’ve snapped it off like a twig, so I kept my distance. Very few of the typical hundred or so turtle hatchlings survive as it is, but these will literally be left by the side of the road. It seems strange to me, but turtles have been around for a couple hundred million years, so they must be doing something right.

Whenever I run into a turtle, it reminds me of that anecdote about a science teacher who was explaining the physics of the earth in space to his class, when one of the students stood up and said that the earth rests on the back of a great turtle. When asked by the teacher what that turtle rests on, the student replied, “It’s turtles all the way down.”

–Photos by me

escort (archives)

i lie on the beach

under tangerine skies

amid scattered

and twisted debris,

while 13 black birds,

dispatched from

the sun,

are fast coming

‘cross the dark sea.

they’ve come

to escort

a lost soul

to the west,

a soul that’s been

newly set free,

and their black

beady eyes

look around

for their prize–

o why are they

looking at me?

–photo by me

Shot of the Day 6/15/22

“Lake of Fire”

It’s another great morning of jaw-dropping beauty, and I am officially 7 months sober today!!

I like this photo because, if I look at it in just the right way, I can see a roiling, fuming lake of fire beyond the trees that extends to the distant purple mountains.

–Photo by me