…when not one but two planes fly through the scene and then, just as I was turning off the camera, a whole ‘nother type of flyer appeared.
It was a little sad to come home and find this little bird dead on my porch. It had apparently hit the storm door based on what I could see of its injuries. I had first wondered if a cat … Continue reading →
but then if you can’t recall if that is •
a red-winged blackbird or eastern towhee Continue reading →
an unnamed tree of yearly glory blown •
just now not an anonymous green hiding Continue reading →
Another straight and still above the road •
not so gaily flagged but a stroke of white Continue reading →
Every creator painfully experiences the chasm between his inner vision and its ultimate expression.
