
the golden hour–
that lull between the day’s end
and the night’s trouble
–photo by son aaron

the golden hour–
that lull between the day’s end
and the night’s trouble
–photo by son aaron

hell’s gates stand ajar–
is the devil coming up
or just blowing smoke?
–photo by me

shoot for the stars in
everything that you do–
unless you’re fishing
–photo by me

wildflowers are like
stepping out back for a smoke–
and finding fireflies!
–photo by me

most of the iron
used to make weapons of war
comes from peaceful lands
–photo by me

in the dark of night
our worries only double
upon reflection
–photo by me

our souls are like swans–
often seeking sustenance
in muddy waters
photo by aaron

at the ski resort,
i show the young grandkids where
snow really comes from
–photo by me

mother nature hits
me with her red northern lights
and pulls me over
–photo by me

fiery autumn leaves
don’t warm my extremities,
but do warm my heart
–photo by me