Urban Coyotes
It is that time of year when coyotes are more active in urban areas. People and our dogs...
Poem – Connections
Wandering the fields,a dusting of snow coats mature pine trees and grasses. They run free and wild as...
Poem – What Sees in the Dark
Pre-dawn. Sliver of gradient orange into purple. Cloud-less. The forest stands tall merging with the sky. Cold breath....
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer, #5
I imagine one of his photos would look like this:
Poem – Moon
Silent clouds reveal the moon and the still water absorbs the light. Behind the moon the tree line...