Poem – Finding Home in the Chaos – Part 1
Winter rain slowly melts the little snow recently fallen. Sidewalks and streets are wet the trails are becoming...
Poem – Shelter
Tall guardians of sticks and leaves. The winter sky weighs heavy on the canopy. Rain appears from nowhere...
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer, #4
I imagine one of his photos would look like this:
Poem – Beyond the Clouds There is Hope
After the smoke clears and unnatural sounds dissipate the valley, mountains, and river return. The mountain shadow continues...
Looking for Peace
An early morning walk through a November-drenched park with Leroy, Alaskan coffee, and music. As the wind blew...
Poem – Moon
Silent clouds reveal the moon and the still water absorbs the light. Behind the moon the tree line...
Looking Forward
Whatever is forward becomes the present before becoming the past and with eyes open we absorb nature in...
Poem – Snow Always Proceeds the Fall
The depth of days, carrying the memories from the past through the present into a future laid bare...
Perspective
As the wind blows across sand, rocks, and driftwood I marvel at the change within me that I...
The Dream That is the Big Lake
Testing out some new gear and setting up a tent in preparation for the next trip to Alaska....
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer, #3
I imagine one of his photos would look like this:
A Fall Day in MN
The day started early just before the sunrise with enough time for coffee to get us warm before...
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer, #2
I imagine one of his photos would look like this:
Poem – Machines That Move Earth
(1) Putting aside hollywood notions of machine versus man – September morning is hidden in fog, coated with...
Essay – Judgment
Why do we continue to judge ourselves and our actions against a written word and faceless God when...