What if the last song you heard before you passed o’er was the chicken dance?
spring slipping out •
of the shadow of winter •
in spring’s shadow hid Continue reading →
An April commute •
A black and white flash and dip •
Ancient woodpecker. Continue reading →
That’s right just a few posts ago… first daffodil photo of the year. But at midnight, those daffodils are having a cold night and those peepers are holed up somewhere hopefully with someone nice they met last night. Continue reading →
The fiery moment leaping upward flies •
to where the air arches, shining with life •
and beyond life and time to creation, •
circles back and around again, again. Continue reading →
Life is too wonderful, too full, too short, and strength too limited to contain its wonder.
