
sometimes i change my
perspective to see things the
way they really aren’t
every new perspective
gets me closer to the truth
–photo by me

sometimes i change my
perspective to see things the
way they really aren’t
every new perspective
gets me closer to the truth
–photo by me

while fishermen plan
for the opener, the fish
remain in the dark
–photo by me

geese will mate for life
for even bird-brains know to
put their off-spring first
photo by me

I don’t know why they call him that
He doesn’t fish, he’s not a cat
But what he should get credit for
Is being a bad-ass predator
He’s ruthless, and he likes to dine
On snowshoe hare and porcupine–
No, I wouldn’t call him that
The truth is he would eat my cat
–Photo by me

I went out to the farm a couple of days ago and was disheartened to learn that Skittles (the orphaned fawn) has been missing since that nasty blizzard we had in early April. Stephanie said that although Skittles would often be gone all day, she’d always come home to sleep indoors at night.
So far, all of poor Steph’s calling out for her has gone unanswered.
Now, there’s always a chance that she finally just up and left with others of her kind. Perhaps one day I’ll run into her on one of my woodland walks. I hope so.
Good things are fleeting
They touch us and then are gone–
To make way for more
–Photo by me (last year)

I came upon a skunk
And we held a mutual gaze
Till we sized each other up–
Then we went our separate ways.
Now, you may wish this story
Had more action to present,
But I am very happy
That it went the way it went.
–Photo by me

i’d like to
be this care-free foal
on the farm
here today
so i too could take a roll
around in the hay
–photo by me

–Photo by me

a squirrel swishes
her tail and stamps her feet–
her little ones, near.
–photo by me

the migrating birds
have returned to the northland–
a little too soon
so for now, their nesting plans
will have to be put on ice
–photo by me