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

Finally, enough snow has melted for me to get out here in the woods woods. I’m glad to see the deer doing well after a mild winter; they seem to be in pretty good shape. Their coats have quite a few nicks and cuts in them, but that’s to be expected the way they’re always bounding over farmers’ barbed-wire fences around here. On the other hand, they’re much safer from the wolves in snow, so there’s always that.
it soothes my soul to
be back out here among our
woodland wanderers

–Photos by me

silhouettes complement
the light, wispy skies
like jet black mascara
over pale blue eyes
–photo by me