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No Time For Rhyme

I have to take off on a 7 hour road trip shortly, so I don’t have the time for a decent post, but I wanted to show you how fast the Lake of the Woods froze over. I posted a shot of it a couple days ago with maybe 20 yards of ice along the shore; I took this shot later that same day! Completely frozen over!

I see more warm weather in our forecast for next week, so maybe it will open back up. Anyway, gotta go; I’m bringing my camera, so maybe I’ll have something other than ice to post.

–Photo by me

Shot of the Day 11/28/23

I’m standing out here in the bitter cold wind on the shore of Lake of the Woods, and the lake is freezing over as I watch. The ice has spread out another 10 feet or so since I got here; it won’t be long now till all 1,700 square miles of the lake will disappear under ice.

and now, before my very eyes,

the lake begins to crystallize;

it spreads so fast, i must surmise

the fish are in for a surprise

–photo by me

Jody’s Depression

My wife Jody suffered from depression (which eventually led to her fatal drug overdose), and I remember how frustrated I was that I couldn’t do anything to help. It came from inside her, and seemed to have little to do with how things were.

It’s been over 12 years since she’s been gone, and life goes on. When I took this photo, it reminded me of her depression, so I wrote down how I think she might’ve felt:

there’s a bright blue sky

just beyond these dark trees;

a wonderful world of beauty;

a world of light and love

where people wave and smile

and life…happens;

a world of fussy grandmas

and naughty grandchildren–

if only I could get beyond

these damn black trees!

it’s no use; they’re too thick.

maybe if I take more morphine,

i’ll get to that blue sky.

And that she did.

–photo by me

Time for Freya

This is what I open my eyes to every morning. I never know how long my cat Freya’s been sitting there, staring at me as I sleep, but I know what she wants: she’s been on a no-snacking-at-night diet, and she gets a little eager for breakfast.

This morning, as I was just lying back, waiting for the oomph to drag myself out of bed, I started wondering if Freya is aware of the passage of time, or is it always “now” to her. I could find no clue in her big green eyes, but I think it’s the latter because…

the past is remembered

in the here and now,

and the future is imagined

in the here and now,

but the present is real

in the here and now–

freya may be right:

it has always been now

and it always will be

–photo by me