Mountains and Ice

Category: Photography

  • Poem – More Questions Than Answers

    That crossroad we come to in moments of stress and blocks, the struggle choking rational thoughts, the behavior, the actions – this is not me. How did this happen? How did I get here? Change is subtle and patient. One day we vow to find balance, to live and act a certain way, to be,…

  • Poem – Escape Within Cartoons

    Snow begins to cover the empty field as the trees hold up the graying sky. I want to bury my head into the snow and mud, I want to find a way into the earth, while I do not understand where this world is going and the heavy thoughts, and when I lift my head…

  • Poem – Empty Fields

    When this life’s pace and chaos become too much I know where I can turn. I return to my roots, I return to the empty fields. Here is a clean slate waiting for the mind to create. They offer possibilities, an endless space to chase and capture dreams. This is where the mind can exist…

  • Imagination Turning to the Sky

  • Poem – Path Home

    The pine tree lined path covered with early season snow beckons for me to follow and with eyes closed.

  • Breaking Through

  • Winter Patterns

  • Poem – Becoming Winter

    For now I am the winter beneath the mask revealed beneath the cold water of the sea. Eyes open to the sky above the surface breath held as snow begins. For now I am the winter overtaking the autumn slowing rivers and lakes the graying sky swallows the sun. For now I am the winter…

  • Poem – Path Cast From Dreams

    Emerging from the depths, wrangling free from its grips, I took the only path I knew, the only path that still made sense. Cast from recent dreams the path wavered and moved as I passed through, the grey sky dripped with bright colors painting the trees and grasses. jpg”>

  • Poem – Direct Dreams

    In the fractured sleep of night’s immersed in dreams based in nothing familiar or known, one word repeated over and over – direct. I watched power-less as background images of tall buildings, lattice, and cross-stitched patterns rotated and approached my view with ever increasing velocity. At the end (or beginning) of a tunnel bathed in…

  • If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #9 – White Poles

    I imagine one his photographs might look like this:    

  • Poem – Tomorrow’s Lesson

    As my years here have grown, and the world around shrinks, the uncertainty of time increases, and if I only learn one thing in this life, it is this: Cherish today, the people, animals, trees, right here in your grasp, as tomorrow they may slip away.  Tomorrow may arrive, or it may not.

  • Poem – Fragile Thread

    The sunless grey sky releases an afternoon rain pushing leaves beginning to transition to bright yellows and deep reds. Each drop’s ripple in the pond, each leaf that falls through wind and rain a reminder of nature’s course in time and the fragile thread we all cling to.

  • Poem – Beneath the Setting Sun

    When I see the evening sun gracefully fall into the forest and the last rays sweep across the sky I hear the slow progression of cello and violin as the music makes room in me for these rare moments and feelings of peace. I have been down that road many times in this life hoping…

  • Poem – Captured Halos

    The black morning hides tall pine trees rising against the star filled sky. The silence broken only by the canines response to the pack of coyotes and their screams. A heavy mist hugs the wet ground and stones glistened with the slightest light. Through the drifting smoke the scattered sun brings to life the forest…