Thursday, September 17, 2020

old travel map torn in all the same places

Sunday, September 13, 2020

journaling one page of tomato sauce

Friday, September 11, 2020

birdsong I try to whistle along 

Thursday, September 10, 2020

image stabilizer he uses one hand to steady the other

Friday, August 28, 2020

pond sunrise a few ripples from the remnants of hurricane laura

Sunday, July 26, 2020

Calendar Inspiration (Nature Conservancy)



meerkats standing in the desert I want to be the one who looks the other way

lone duck climbing a mountain in the lake's reflection

summer break splashed by a penguin

somewhere in antarctica a seal leaning into the curve of its own body

water lily earth the orbit of a blue-eyed darner

unmowed field a ground squirrel rising out of the weeds

afternoon heat a skink disturbed by our disturbing the woodpile

wildflowers a deer bolting over the fence and into the fog

rabbit dreams the clover hides the box turtle

dry canyon maybe older than the arizona desert a small pine

bobcat territory the tracks end in the creek

prayer flowers the butterflies in attendance

autumn reverie just a hint of yellow along the rock bluff

missouri travel advisory the kentucky warbler didn't get the memo

heat index over 100 cooling off with a picture of last year's snow

mountain goats in the distance maybe this is what it means to be off the grid


Saturday, July 25, 2020

According to one statistic, 52 percent of blog traffic is from bots. In other words, more machines crawl our content than there are people reading it. Just a fun fact.

For my next writing project, I am recycling calendars. Some are old and some are new. They have one thing in common--great photographs.

A few have more than 12 pictures so I may have more than 12 haiku for any given calendar.

This one's inspired by the Nature Conservancy.

https://www.nature.org/en-us/

I will post them as a series separate from this post.

Happy Reading Spam Bots!
dad's birthday a red fox crossing the railroad tracks

Thursday, July 23, 2020

Foggy Morning Anarchy

receding mountains the backpack still smells like lodgepole pines

first songbird the cardinal now that the phoebe is gone

mask and gloves, the summer heat, and political rhetoric

foggy morning anarchy the newest state of the union

missouri travel advisory maybe the prom was a bad idea

daily planner without plans just drive

roadside dandelions no one selling anything

the cattail season taking over the pond


Saturday, June 13, 2020

turtlenomics the air-conditioned shade of the bur oak