The River of Life, and Death
I am not a religious man, but I think moving water is the best thing God ever made. -Jim Harrison Standing at the river’s edge, I watch sticks from old …
Too Late?
Every year he drives up from Washington parks his camper on the land spends weeks watching the clapping of leaves in the wind, how the river goosenecks in the valley, …
Lighten Up and Don’t Look Down
Yes, there’s still ice on the river, but we’re getting there… Geez. It’s April already. Long time, no post. I’m sitting here looking out the window at pussy willows blooming, …
Cold Blue Steel
The days are short in mid December. You have to chase light, what little of it is left to catch. But without sun there is drama, a pull to water …
Winter Moth
Winter Moth A deranged sky, late November Raindrops glisten the limbs of trees Snow, the impossible dream Archives of winter under my skin. Let’s stay in tonight Lay back the …
Sun. Stone. Sky
Annie Leibovitz These pastels, handmade by the late painter, Georgia O’Keefe, were colored with ingredients found in the local landscape at Ghost Ranch in Abiquiu, New Mexico. Every day on …
You know how I like barbed wire
You know how I like barbed wire, how it twists Around old wood How fenceposts lean; how I like to find a good place To sit down on …
It’s Time to Say Au Revoir (to summer)
Watery memories of summer, sun streaked and showy the texture of perfect loveliness the sea’s desire a kind of praise a creature of summer, herself, rounded and …
Side roads: Marquette, Michigan
house on Front Street, North Side Roads we could rent a sailboat, coast smooth stone beaches gorge on walleye cakes, whitefish in the soft shell. we could stop at a …