
the first day of spring
has the trees of the forest
weeping with joy
–photo by me

the first day of spring
has the trees of the forest
weeping with joy
–photo by me

The woods are too slushy with melting snow to venture into, so I decided to take a little spin on the bicycle and see what the local farms might offer for photos. This is the first time I’ve had the bike out since fall, and it feels great!


Further up the road, I was sure surprised to find a herd of buffalo. I’ve driven past here before, but I assumed those were cattle out in the field, and never took a closer look.

–Photos by me

docile deer
occupy the road
in peaceful
protest of
the human exploitation
of their deer trails
–photo by son aaron

–Photo by me

old, abandoned barns
have old, forgotten secrets–
within and without
we may never know all that’s
buried behind the ol’ barn
–photo by me

a mastodon
lay on the lawn
until the dawn
turned into day,
and thereupon,
the beast was gone–
the mastodon
turned into hay
–photo by me




–photos by me

I’m out for a walk in the woods this morning. The weather has improved, and it’s bringing some of the wildlife out of hiding. I can’t help but notice how curious they are of me.

I would love to regale these denizens of the wilds with exciting tales of my adventures in the city beyond the trees.

However, I’d have to be a raving lunatic to be running around in the woods telling my tall tales to the animals.

–Photos by me

a traveling troupe
of dancing does
will oft regroup
to strike a pose
–photo by me




–photos by me