
Long in
the tooth,
The soul
of Duluth
Is more than
The people alone;
It’s there in the street,
In the bricks and concrete;
It’s there in the steeples of stone.
–Photo by me

Long in
the tooth,
The soul
of Duluth
Is more than
The people alone;
It’s there in the street,
In the bricks and concrete;
It’s there in the steeples of stone.
–Photo by me

The meaning of their name is lost
When evergreens are rimed with frost.
–Photo by me

winter’s white trails–
so pure until spring shows up
with his muddy feet
–photo by me

–photo by me

Life is a well-puddled road;
In body, I charge down it
And muddy up the waters;
In mind, I avoid the pits
And seem to learn little;
In spirit, I stay above it
And watch it all unfold.
When I look back to
Reflect on my journey,
I see one dynamic soul
With muddy feet,
A confused look,
And an easy laugh.
–Photo by me

“Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.”
–Marsha Norman
–Photo/Art by me

The snow builds up on Stony Brook
And gives it a surreal look
With waters inundated by
Albino hippopotami
–Photo by me

one day the sun
just disappeared
we knew not where it went
and as we searched
the blackened sky
our local space…unbent
the earth was cast
into the void
our journey had begun
and so we sailed
the cosmic sea
to find another sun
in time we found
binary stars
to keep us from the ice
and every time
they set or rise
it’s always doubly nice

–photo by me

there’s a little
frosted cake
in the middle
of the lake
and i’m wishing
for a bite
while i’m fishing
at the site
–photo by me