Category Archives: winter
going, going…..
get your flare on
boxful of darkness
Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.
– Mary Oliver
portrait in swirl
low winter sun
it’s the berries
stranded
still some green
elephant tree
flow
I was thinking:
so this is how you swim inward,
so this is how you flow outward,
so this is how you pray.
Mary Oliver, House of Light
fourteen
winterthyme
thanksgiving cactus
moontree
dissonance
snow emergency route
fog on blue
fire and ice
house on a hill
Farms and simple homes still dot the landscape along a new interstate. A front-yard view of pastures and sunsets is replaced with four lanes of concrete and the whoosh-hum of highway traffic.
homestead
Sunearthsky 