
sandhill cranes
i see two feathered footballs
on legs like broken sticks;
i hear their lockstep footfalls
between their calls and clicks.
–photo by me

sandhill cranes
i see two feathered footballs
on legs like broken sticks;
i hear their lockstep footfalls
between their calls and clicks.
–photo by me




–Photos by me




–photos by me

with landing gear down,
a crane banks on his final
approach to touch down
–photo by me

we’re drawn to the sea
as if we might remember
something that was lost
–photo by me

“The sun sets, but my spirit soars.”

“Never let a sunset go undocumented.”

“Sunsets are proof that endings can be beautiful too.”

“Sunsets, the perfect end to a perfect day.”
–Photos by me
I went back to Rapid River to get more shots of the photogenic pelicans. Here’s what I got:

Every spring, the pelicans gather at the mouth of Rapid River as it flows into Rainy River. The fishing here is unparalleled for both the birds and American as well as Canadian fishermen.

The surging river is a dangerous place, even for these seasoned water-fowl. This poor guy got knocked around on the rocks a bit, and he’s trying to get his head on straight again. Notice the wall of water crashing down behind him.

A giant wave explodes on the rocks. It’s hard to believe, but the river will be reduced to but a trickle in a month or two. It’s nature’s way.

I don’t think the fishing is going too well so far, because I see a lot of birds fighting over a single fish. I wouldn’t want to swordplay with these hungry scrappers.
–Photos by me

The young swan was ridden with shame,
And his cruel mother’s words were to blame:
“You’re big and you’re dumb,
And that’s all you’ll become!”
And in time, that’s all he became.
–Photo by me

i love storms;
when black clouds appear
with lightning
and thunder,
i get a tingle of fear
mingled with wonder
–photo by me




–photos by me