Poem – Into the Sky…
We gaze from the wet earth from the snow piles and appreciate the warm sun and the wind...
Poem – Transition
The first day of March and we walk through the thin snow covered trails and off the path...
Poem – Alone
I heard the whisper before they did. And both heads turned toward the forest in silence or curiosity...
Poem – Finding Home in the Chaos – Part 4
These simple moments of nature’s gentle cycle coupled with the raw energy exhibited here and beyond humble this...
Poem – Finding Home in the Chaos – Part 3
Sometimes when I see the midnight moon over the superior waters I imagine, if I reach for enough...
Poem – Finding Home in the Chaos – Part 2
We hike for hours, having left the flat fields, the trail twists and turns toward a peak overlooking...
Poem, by Michael Gause
My good friend Michael Gause was kind enough to share this poem. The wisdom of oak and a...
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer, #4
I imagine one of his photos would look like this:
Poem – The Sea – Part 1
Part one of “The Sea”. Part two should be up in a couple of days. Across the sea...
Looking for Peace
An early morning walk through a November-drenched park with Leroy, Alaskan coffee, and music. As the wind blew...
Poem – Snow Always Proceeds the Fall
The depth of days, carrying the memories from the past through the present into a future laid bare...
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer, #3
I imagine one of his photos would look like this: