Webs and Goldenrod

There are secrets on the trail
Quiet and subdued
A certain color
Or refraction of light
A specific scent
Sent to trigger memories

It looks like dirt
Or dead leaves
Stagnant water waiting
For the rush beyond
The strength to withstand
Revealing old newness

All those things
In us
About us
Through us
What we are
What we are to become

Inside Out

Webs cross my face
Deep within lines
Already drawn
One for each year

Chill in the bones
A sleeping resurgence 
As vague
As hair growing

This slow melting
The longest yawn
Can be seen
Through the trees

Just there
Beyond reach
Unconsciously palpable

oils on canvas 12″x12″

trees are the last to give in….in the forest, we can watch it on the natural screen,
framed for our liking…a movie not to be missed, playing worldwide….one showing only


Hollow words
Fall like leaves
Orange and yellow
Vibrantly dead

You won’t use them
With me

Traveling to the sea
I left you sleeping
Looking for answers
To unknown questions

Standing in its power
Wishing I could be swept away
Under its power and might
My fear bleeding into the undertow

It haunts my dreams
This body of overwhelming force
Its understanding, just beyond reach
She beckons me
“Come to me, and just let it all go”

I journey home
Hoping to find you
Watering potted flowers

Some things you trust because it has been earned, other things you trust because it has the power to consume you, but gives you the opportunity to release your anxieties…without asking much in return…and you walk away the better for it.
I will never fully understand what it is about the ocean that makes me feel whole. Perhaps the beating heart sounds of the earth, or the salty taste of the environment….like sweat, blood, tears….amniotic fluid. She is both my mother and my father in my dreams, depending on the context and what my gut is experiencing.
A lovely strangeness…a mystery to enjoy, never to be fully revealed…a love affair experienced for anyone who ventures behind her veil.

Black Coffee

I was born in the city
Not too far away from here
People come to call me
There ain’t nobody here

Then you came a-knockin’
Done rattled on my door
And ever since that fateful day
You dropped me to the floor

If you ever think you’re gonna go
You just better let me know
‘Cause I hate drinkin’ my coffee black
Sittin’ here all alone

Baby you’re the sweetener
Baby you’re the cream
If you told me you were leavin’ now
You know I’d have to scream

Make me some of that coffee baby
Just make it any old way you  want
It’s alright with me
Make me some espresso, I don’t care

It’s all good to me!

Next week is our 38th wedding anniversary….so I wrote this for my baby.
Poor thing, she doesn’t drink much coffee any more….but every now and then, we sit over a long cup.
The song….(just a jam)


It was 2011.
I was making photographs of crows.
Off in the distance
Some 500 meters
A black cloud.
Like a monochrome
Psychedelic mass
Yet united

Abandoning the shot
At the gracefulness
Of the hundreds
Of little bodies

Now walking
Increasing speed
To the phenomenon
Trees blocking my view

They’re right overhead!
Peculiar calls
Bank left
Was the sound
Just above the treeline
The roar of 500 pairs of wings

So excited
Camera fumbling
Check settings
Raised and ready


They were gone!

But they are animals
Animals are habitual
I’ll be back tomorrow
Oh yeah,
You’d better believe
I’ll be back tomorrow!

Such was the beginning of my photographic journey to include starlings in my multiple exposure pieces. Starlings, the dreaded invader-bird. To watch them murmurate will change the heart. It is a wonder to behold.
Will they return this year? We will see before too long…their numbers have been diminished over the years and I fear those few first years will not be replicated again.