
fire and ice
do not play nice
when greeting one another,
and yet it’s true
that orange and blue
complement each other.
–photo by me

fire and ice
do not play nice
when greeting one another,
and yet it’s true
that orange and blue
complement each other.
–photo by me

It’s a beautiful March morning. I went out for a walk with the camera earlier, and when two deer stopped in their tracks and posed for me, it made my day.
up ahead,
these two does
didn’t hide
or go a-runnin’,
but instead,
struck a pose
when they eyed
me a-comin’
–photo by me

it’s either a spider’s web
hovering o’er the grass,
or a ghostly fingerprint
upon my camera’s glass
–photo by me

In the woods, June has its own shade of green–lighter than forest green, ironically, but darker than, say, mint. After a long winter of bare limbs in the forest, it’s nice to have it filling back in; it’s greening up, so to speak. Sometimes the undergrowth seems to take on shapes.
this bush reminds me
of a skinny little teen
with a bunch of pink barrettes
in her hair so green
–photo by me

this owl effectively conveyed
that he was deaf and mute–
no matter how much noise i made,
he didn’t give a hoot
–photo by me

when winter temps drop down too low,
the redpoll burrows into the snow–
i pay my rent before it’s due
so i won’t have to do that too
–photo by me

sometimes the best way
to get around a problem
is to go through it
–photo by me

Oscar Wilde once said that life imitates art
While most would hold that art imitates life.
Perhaps both are true, as this photo is an
Example of life imitating art imitating life.
–Photo by Aaron

A blue heron is dwarfed by the world’s largest floating loon on Silver Lake in Virginia, MN. The loon, unlike the heron, is tethered by a cable to the bottom of the lake, and only comes out of the water in winter.
I don’t know what it is about us Iron Rangers, but we also have the world’s largest hockey stick in Eveleth, a couple of miles from here.

–Photos by Aaron

I walked down to this abandoned mine pit this morning, about a half-mile from my house. After being gone for almost three years, I’d forgotten how beautiful these pits are when they fill up with water. Because they are crystal-clear and as deep as 500 feet, the water can take on the most gorgeous shades of blue-green. I’m not sure what color I’d call it, but ‘peace of mind’ would do nicely.
–Photo by me