words & photos

a landscape of fog

the order of thistle

54.88587° , 132.35055°

in the tongass

the weather, winter

spawn of Cerberus’ rabid foaming slobber

a super supermoon

as beautiful as time

who is to say there is more of a reason

we Lost Ones who see both ways

see ice

you can breathe again

at the edge of the dark

peekaboo

now, I’m casting

music our ears strained toward

never can more come to be than is

backwaters

of change and sea and fire and sky

the summer sky

all we need for a good time yet

57.270826, -133.631931: the deep blue sea

not so different

37.292465, -89.053996: An Icy Swamp

paulownia leaves sound off  in autumn rain

Each being being being’s link

57.03686, -135.27614: the iron door of the north clangs open

The day we wake to is our own

But I am searching for the compass as the gulls go scudding by

Changing perspective

This one got tired
of lugging his fortress
wherever he went

art is everywhere

a blazing and fast-fading November sun

37.128640, -91.485787: Fish Trap Hole on Jack’s Fork

the breathless morn

64.842855, -147.781354: August morning coffee and tunes

A beautiful poem

untarnished as herring

The run

Idiosyncratic

Or lightning rod

peering up