there’s a rare condition
in the land of snow and ice:
the friendly disposition
known as minnesota nice
it quickens when it’s colder,
and wherever you may go,
it’ll settle on your shoulders
like the softly falling snow,
and all it takes, in fact,
is to visit once or twice,
and you’re likely to contract
a case of minnesota nice
–photo of my daughter, chelsea
it took men a long time
to come to understand
that the raw materials
necessary for life were
forged in the center
of a giant supernova–
yet sunflowers seem to
have known it all along
–photo by me
some pictures need a train
some pictures don’t
sometimes i’ll wait for one
sometimes i won’t
–photo by me
the wolf moon
slowly rises–
a white bubble
in the black
molasses sky
of january
–photo by me
a new day
arrives to banish
the demons
of the night–
how quickly they all vanish
in the morning light!
–photo by me
an old log cabin
nestled in the snowy woods–
certain peace of mind
–photo by me
“sunrise through my frosty window”
i awoke from strange dreams
and peered out my window,
but all i could see
was more of the same
–photo by me
stand firmly on the precipice
send out your light to the lost
be strong and weather the storm
be that beacon on solid rock
be like the lighthouse
–photo by me
The snow buntings have arrived en masse; it’s finally cold enough for them here.
Many birds fly in some kind of formation, often wingtip to wingtip like the Blue Angels, but these little snow birds are all over the place. From here, it looks like total chaos, but nothing could be further from the truth.
chaos in nature
is part of the grander scheme
of perfect order
–Photo by me
there once was a bubbly, young girl
as bright as a bushy-tailed squirrel,
but her mate wouldn’t quit
telling her she was shit–
now she just wants to hide from the world
-photo by me
michaeljordahl 