the dead of winter

in the dead of winter

on the coldest nights

the dead can be seen

rising from the deep

to suckle at nature’s

low-hanging fingers

–photo/art by me

wordless wednesday 2/9/22

–photo by my son aaron

subdued ranch (senryu)

we sure love horses–

and with their spirits broken,

horses love us too

–photo by me

shot of the day 2/7/22

the

window

to the future

hangs over our heads

forever out of reach

a blank shade

lights

off

–photo by me

tree magic (shadorma)

trees are made

mostly from the air

with the aid

of sunlight

science is real magic–

the magic of trees

–photo by me

haiku 113

mamas miss their fawns

when distracted drivers don’t–

wheeling thru the wilds

–photo by me

Sunday Drive 1/30/22

My son Aaron had the day off from work, so we decided to take a little road trip to a wildlife reserve on the Minnesota/North Dakota border in hopes of getting photos of elk or caribou.

We set out before daybreak. The morning clouds looked like rippling dunes of golden sand.

We hadn’t gone far, when I spotted a young Snowy Owl in a farmer’s snowy field.

A bit further up the road, we discovered a group of turkey buzzards doing what turkey buzzards do.

We finally arrived at the reserve. Unfortunately, this would be the only elk we would see. After driving all around the area, we decided to see what North Dakota had to offer.

When the sun began to set, we headed home. I guess it’s true that it’s not about the destination; it’s about the journey.

–Photos by me

Blast from the past

This is me and 300,000 other wasted fans in 1977 at Cal Jam II. Of what I can remember, Heart, Ted Nugent, Foreigner, and Aerosmith (to name a few) played. Train kept a-rollin’ all night long!!

–Photo by my brother Bruce