
beaver
buck-toothed, web-footed
gnawing, slapping, constructing
a dammed river dweller
rodent

–photos by me

beaver
buck-toothed, web-footed
gnawing, slapping, constructing
a dammed river dweller
rodent

–photos by me

beaver
buck-toothed, web-footed
gnawing, slapping, constructing
a dammed river dweller
rodent

–photos by me

it began
when we danced
in the field
that day;
we became
so entranced
with each
other’s display,
we danced
to the splendor
of a beautiful
dream,
and enhanced
our surrender
to life’s
grander scheme
–photo/art by me

some turkeys
brutally attack
others to
establish
their god-given mating rights–
like real turkeys
–photo by me
My son Aaron and I didn’t plan on ever returning to North Dakota, but we heard about all the flooding in the Red River Valley, so we had to go check it out, despite the dangerous road conditions. We were about ready for an adventure, anyway, and what is an adventure without a little risk involved?

As we got closer to the river, the rain started coming down hard, and the water kept rising. Everything was underwater…everything!

Soon the fields were becoming lakes, and water began creeping up unto the roads. We considered turning around, but we were almost there.

Right after I took this photo, the water started to gush across the road, and I could hardly stand in the 70 mph wind gusts. Now we had no choice but to forge ahead.

This isn’t a lake–it’s farmers’ submerged fields as far as the eye can see. We turned around, defeated by Mother Nature once again.
Driving back (on a different road), it was so other-worldly to be flying down this thin strip of tar in the middle of the ocean. Spooky, even. We might not have made it to the river, but it was the first time in my life that the waves in the ditch were cresting and breaking!
–Photos by me




–Photos by me

A young racist rabbit named Frown
Was putting non-white bunnies down,
But he altered his views
As he hopped in their shoes
In the spring, when his fur turned to brown.
–Photo by me
Swirling in my brain
Was a maddening refrain:
I can’t help but see the gore
I can’t help but feel the pain
I can’t help to end this war–
I can’t help Ukraine!
But wait–a small donation
Might help ease a little pain
And ease my own frustration–
I can help Ukraine!
–There are many places to
donate such as Rescue.org

some of us will try
to find the light, not knowing
that the light finds us
–photo by me




–Photos by me