
some of the campfires
we see burning in the sky
must have attendees–
i wonder what great campfire
stories we’re missing out on
–photo by me

some of the campfires
we see burning in the sky
must have attendees–
i wonder what great campfire
stories we’re missing out on
–photo by me

It’s December, and we’re finally having the weather we should’ve had in November–not that I’m complaining. The trees are all frosted, so I’ve decided to take a walk with my camera down to the local mine pit.

I’m nearing the pit now, and the ground falls away beneath my feet. This is the scary part for an old man on foot; one misstep could lead to a floundering in the snow at best, or perhaps a broken hip with a less fortunate landing. I press on.

I’ve made it down to the water level. The wind coming off the open water is especially nasty, and the cold seems to blow right through my clothes.

It’s too cold to hang around long, so I’m snapping a few quickies before I start up the hill again. My fingers are frozen, and it’s hard to handle the camera.

I begin the slippery ascent, but when I take a look back, I see an ice formation in the water that looks to me like an angel. I hope that’s not a sign concerning my walk home.
–Photos by me

winter’s icy breath
upon restless waters makes
for a frosty shore
–photo by me

note to all:
due to the season’s
short days and
lack of light,
nature’s art will be seen in
mostly black and white
–photo by me

first snow
here we go
temps will drop
winds will blow
car won’t start
late for work
snowplow man
what a jerk
but wait a sec
it’s not that bad
i didn’t mean
to make you sad
the holidays
are almost here
a gift of joy
a time of cheer
and so i hope
you understand
i love the winter
wonderland
–photo by me

sometimes the best way
to get around a problem
is to go through it
–photo by me

be your own best friend–
there are some roads in life that
you must walk alone
–photo by me

there lives a ground squirrel named jack
who once caught his paw in the track,
but jack had the brains
to duck down for the trains–
which explains all those lines on his back
–photo by me

in the morning mist,
the old lighthouse is eerie–
and yet comforting
–photo by me

I took this photo about a year ago of what I thought was a mama lynx, but since then, a friend of mine from the DNR told me it’s an extremely rare blynx– a hybrid between a lynx and a bobcat. The first one was discovered in Minnesota in 2003, but they put a tracking collar on it that was too tight, and the poor cat starved to death. Since then, they’ve been found in Maine and Michigan as well.
there once was a bobcat named jinx
who had a hot date with a lynx,
and the two, in a rush,
took a roll in the brush,
and promptly created the blynx
–Photo by me