
bewitched by the sky,
we may overlook trouble
on the horizon
–photo by me

bewitched by the sky,
we may overlook trouble
on the horizon
–photo by me

sunbeams in woodsmoke
provide a soft, glowing light
for my morning walk
–photo by me

we needn’t wonder
if there’s life beyond our earth–
the answer’s right here
if a lone island has life,
then so do the distant shores
–photo by me

i saw it in a dream:
a city made of gold
beside a mountain stream–
a wonder to behold!
but then there came a mist
that blurred its golden gleam,
yet i know it exists–
i saw it in a dream
–photo by me

I hit the hay
And douse the light
While Kitty plays
Her games all night
–Photo/art by me

Beware of my mare named Ol’ Gwen;
She’s mean and she’ll bite your rear end–
If her head starts to dip,
And she curls that lip,
You’d better start running, my friend
–Photo by me

it’s shipwreck season–
ghostly figures line the shores
of gitchi gami
–photo by me

i gave up drinking
and took up photography
to better my life–
yet i’m still stumbling around
looking for that next damn shot
–photo by me

beyond corduroy fields,
where the suede bluffs lie,
there’s a crepe paper lake
‘neath a soft cotton sky;
yet these same textures
are hard to recall
when winter’s white blanket
covers them all
–photo by me

i see dinosaurs
parading around as birds–
but their eyes don’t lie

–photos by me