guided by the bamboo there is only one way here and one way back

always in season the scent of pines toward evening

oil rig fire* the gulf of mexico on course to become the next dead sea

*originally I had explosion but the media has since downgraded this to fire.  There's been so many conflicting reports about this incident I'm not sure what to believe.  Maybe keeping us confused is a good way to divert attention from the oil sheen spotted earlier which has mysteriously disappeared.

uncertain times the steam from mt. sinabung rising like a question mark

as though they worked for our government this morning covered by clouds

the heart of the afternoon sun in the garden tomatoes

maybe there is no cure the glint of beer cans in the prairie rehab*

*refers to a prairie restoration site along I-270.

today's version of a salem witch hunt the slaughter of wolves by helicopter

the shawl fold I make another penguin that can't fly away from its troubles

halloween costumes in august as if the stuff in our food isn't scary enough