
in the crosshairs of my camera,
the fawn seemed to pose for the shot,
but then, like a silly young girl,
she stuck out her tongue and ran off
–photo by me

in the crosshairs of my camera,
the fawn seemed to pose for the shot,
but then, like a silly young girl,
she stuck out her tongue and ran off
–photo by me

nature loves painting
beautiful wildflowers
on roadside landscapes.
i picture her as a girl,
hopping and skipping
along the ditches,
accidentally on purpose
spilling and splattering
her summer colors
with reckless abandon,
and leaving a trail
of beauty behind.
–photo by me

“june”
june is when the grass
is somehow greener on
both sides of the fence
–photo by me

sandhill cranes
i see two feathered footballs
on legs like broken sticks;
i hear their lockstep footfalls
between their calls and clicks.
–photo by me

lion’s tooth
tooth of lion
dent de lion
dan de lion
dandelion
–photo by me

if you see the beauty
in an old weathered barn,
you’re my kind of beholder
–photo by me

–Photo by me

some pictures need a train
some pictures don’t
sometimes i’ll wait for one
sometimes i won’t
–photo by me

“sunrise through my frosty window”
i awoke from strange dreams
and peered out my window,
but all i could see
was more of the same
–photo by me

It’s so bright and sunny out here that it’s hard to believe there’s a whole other world just under the snow and ice– a world of nothing but cold and dark. In a way, it reminds me of us, with our own two sides.
A snowy blanket has two sides:
One that shows and one that hides;
The open side is bathed in light–
The other, though, is black as night
–Photo by me