
i wish there
was a waterfall
adjacent
to my home–
i’d be sleeping now instead
of writing this poem
–photo by me

i wish there
was a waterfall
adjacent
to my home–
i’d be sleeping now instead
of writing this poem
–photo by me

they say that no man
is an island, but i say
that we’re all islands–
we appear isolated,
yet deep down, we are as one
–photo by me

I walked down to this abandoned mine pit this morning, about a half-mile from my house. After being gone for almost three years, I’d forgotten how beautiful these pits are when they fill up with water. Because they are crystal-clear and as deep as 500 feet, the water can take on the most gorgeous shades of blue-green. I’m not sure what color I’d call it, but ‘peace of mind’ would do nicely.
–Photo by me

“The Woods Have Eyes”
We took Freya out to the woods surrounding our new place, thinking that she’d really enjoy it; the only outings she’d had before this were on a dirt road between two farmer’s fields. In fact, I was worried she’d like it too much and run off or climb a tree. Aaron set her down on a log, and with all the trees rustling overhead in the wind, she just froze in place. It was just too overwhelming for her, so we took her home. Next time, we’ll look for a more open setting.
we thought that our cat would embrace
our new home in a more wooded place,
but the rustling-leaf sky
was too much stimuli–
we could tell by the look on her face.
–Photo by Aaron

free fallin’
tree pollen
collects on creeks
of size,
where it appears
in nature’s mirrors
as starry, starry
skies.
–photo by me

it looks like the lake
has sprung a leak with no lack
of recent rainfall
–photo by me

there were so many songbirds around,
so i hung up some feeders and found
that no matter how clever
my suspension endeavor,
they would always end up on the ground
–photo by me

when it comes to great truths,
it is said that those who know don’t say,
and those who say don’t know;
but those who know don’t say
because they understand that there are
no words to express what they know,
not because they’re trying to
keep safe what they know.
so, should anyone tell you that
they have great truths to share,
you can be sure that they don’t.
–photo by me

Finally, I got a shot of a Great Grey–the tallest owl in the world! I’ve been trying to capture one since I moved up here, almost 3 years ago. Oh, I’ve caught glimpses of him from time to time, but he blends into the grey of the trees so well, he’s practically invisible. Isn’t he a beauty!
with his fancy grey coat and bow tie,
you’d think he’s a good-natured guy;
but look at those cold eyes of gold
and the way he looks into your soul
–Photo by me (finally!)

O Facebook,
Here, our real world hides
Between two
Realms of fraud:
Other people in the pink
And our own facade.
–Photo by me