



–photos by me




–photos by me
How can a man keep his lawn mowed down
Before it reaches the sky?
And how can a man spread the clippings around
Before he hears neighbors cry?
Yes, and how can a man simply mow his lawn
And kiss all that raking goodbye?
The answer, my friend, is mowin’ in the wind
The answer is mowin’ in the wind

once upon
a time, this fellow
flew to the
sun and back;
it turned his whole head yellow
but burned his face black
–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