
…and where do
old geese git to die?
ain’t neither
seen a one
come a-fallin’ from the sky
nor et by the sun.
–photo by me

…and where do
old geese git to die?
ain’t neither
seen a one
come a-fallin’ from the sky
nor et by the sun.
–photo by me

yes, i talk to myself
at times when i’m alone,
but never when i’m out
walking in the woods–
sure, i still talk,
but not to myself.
–photo by me

kestrel
striking, colorful
hunting, hovering, swooping
prefers mice and sparrows
falcon
–photo by me

when you’re in the path of a total eclipse,
the day becomes night, and the temperature dips;
the stars all come out, as the moon and the sun
embrace one another — becoming as one.
and in some weird way, it touches your soul
when the sun in the sky becomes a black hole,
it’s so surreal — yet a beautiful thing —
and it ends with a kiss and a diamond ring.
–composite photo by me

the countless stars blaze–
an ancient affinity
stirs deep in my soul
–photo by me

There seems to be a rift in how people feel about looking back on their lives. Some folks say that we can’t move forward while looking back; others say that it can give us insight into a bigger picture of ourselves.
For me, I think looking back (in moderation) is a good thing. For example, looking back on some of my earliest posts teaches me how not to write–and that brings me to today’s quote by Jack Paar:
“Looking back, my life seems
like one long obstacle race,
with me as the chief obstacle.”
–Photo by me

rock-a-bye birdie
on the treetop
i came here today
for a photo op
but when the wind blew
my tripod did fall
and down came my camera
lenses and all
–photo by me

caution: the beauty
of dawn may be hazardous
to one’s shins and toes
–photo by me

nature’s rock candy
hangs sweetly from the bushes
up on sugar creek
–photo by me

hey kitty kitty
your fur is so pretty–
why are you so
far from town?
with your coat of jet black
and white stripe down your back–
i will take you
and show you around.
–photo by me