Mountains and Ice

Category: Photography

  • Poem – Winter Dreams

    Submerged in the depths of winter, the land beneath layers of ice, and the pond a giant glass oval, I dream of childhood… As the snow blanketed the sky and trees we listened intently to the radio waiting, hoping that our school would close for the day. After snowstorm stopped, outside in the front-yard, the…

  • Hide and Seek with the Morning Sun

    Hide and seek with the morning sun as we emerge form a deep freeze in MN.

  • Welcome to the New Year

    A new year brings changes around here.  A new theme was applied to allow more area for content and images and to simplify the colors and layout. The most significant change is the addition of content from Stone Path Magazine.  All of the issues and print editions are available to read and download and all…

  • Poem – Transitions

    Through our normal daily lives, time consistently pushes us forward toward goals and moments we may or may not be aware of. We are on this train, sometimes without a conductor, but most times with no way to pause or exit that train. While in some regards, the choosing of what defines our view of…

  • Poem – Boundaries

    The boundary between the empty field and the old pine forest transports me from the confines of my mind into the ancient memories of childhood. Walking between the giants, they hold up the sky as I listen to each one and feel the warmth rising from the earth. They were here before me and they…

  • If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #11

    I imagine one his photographs might look like this:    

  • Video – Winter Grains

    Two videos from early Christmas Day with crystal blue skies, strong wind, and below 0 temperatures.

  • Poem – Until Nothing

    As concrete melts into dirt and grass and skyscrapers become pine trees, I fall into the snow and promise myself to stay until spring. As the snow continues to fall, I am covered until I become the snow and the earth and the roots of spring’s growth. What was a full mind is replaced with…

  • Poem – Universe in the Eyes

    What does she see across the snow covered field, in the distance or nearby? Is the coyote following us today? Silence broken by a single raven leaving one tree top and heading east to another. Silence until we hear crunching snow and snapping twigs. What is that in the dense woods? We become still and…

  • Poem – Gift

    Like the last leaf from spring hanging on into winter, or prairie grasses overcoming snow and ice, life hangs on to a tenuous thread and each day is a gift.

  • Big Sister Turns 3

    Leroy’s big sister Vinny recently turned 3.  Trouble comes in pairs.  

  • Finally, Photos from Iceland

    It has been 14-years since we visited Iceland, and I finally have posted photos!

  • Leroy Turning 7

    This little button recently turned 7. I am continually humbled by the trust animals can have in people and the life changing experiences they provide.

  • Poem – Return

    Returning to the fields where it all started so many years ago. It was here I decided which path I would take and to never look back, even when the sun falls and the fields are obscured with shadows and mist.

  • If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #10

    I imagine one his photographs might look like this: