
the rolling river
bobs and weaves through solid stone–
and comes out unharmed
when we roll with the punches
we wear down the enemy
–photo by me

the rolling river
bobs and weaves through solid stone–
and comes out unharmed
when we roll with the punches
we wear down the enemy
–photo by me

I’m following a trail into the woods tonight to get a better view of the moonless, starry sky without the light pollution from the city. It’s getting darker as I go, and my eyes are finally adjusting. I can’t believe how spectacular it is–the sky is beginning to look like powdered sugar spilled on black velvet. Venus is so bright, it’s actually casting a shadow.
If only my camera could do justice to this celestial extravaganza!
It’s so peaceful out here. The pines are like gentle giants swaying in the breeze under a canopy of dazzling stars. I can’t help but smile.
***
we’re made of stardust
ergo, our lives are truly
written in the stars

–photos by me

morning sun so bright
it’s threatening to ignite
the smoldering trees
–photo by me

It’s nice here
In the forest
Where the air
Is fresh and clean;
It’s all untouched
By human hands,
So natural
And pristine.
Isolated
In the woods,
It’s quiet
And serene;
My refuge
From the world,
It’s my green
Quarantine!
–Photo by my son, Aaron

eagle
majestic, fearless
soaring, screeching, diving
not afraid of wolves
erne

–photos from trail cam

conifer coiffure–
forest green spikes with frosted
highlights are trending
–photo by me

uninvited, the enemy
has come ashore
to hunt us down
one by one
we wait
unseen, the enemy
is free to roam
through every town
one by one
we wait
unknown, the enemy
spreads our deepest
fears around
one by one
we wait
we wait

our secrets seem safe
beneath dunes of pure white snow–
where they lie preserved!
to keep our secrets covered
we must hold back the seasons
–photo by me

My brother used to beat me
My mother used a switch
My wife cut up my yearbook
My kids must think I’m rich
My grandkids overrun me
And cause me daily strife–
I guess it’s pretty obvious
I’ve been loved all my life

in the pine forest
a white blank canvas awaits
spring’s water colors
–photo by me