• Autumn
• Chipmunks
• 2018

September 30, 2018

The chipmunks and I are developing a very special relationship.

I think of them as my little woodland friends.

They think of me as a food source.

We're very close.

• Autumn
• Valley
• November
• Sunsets
• 2016

Storm surge.

Light layered between darkness.

Sunset seems steeped in significance.

Or maybe just one of those days
when anything can be a metaphor for something else...

I really need to stop fretting about the next four years.

• Valley
• March
• Sunsets
• Spring
• 2016

March 31, 2016

    Some days the sun doesn't simply set.
    It takes the world with it,
    and this valley becomes
    a shimmering chameleon
    of changing color and mood rhythms,
    a creature of the night
    slowly waking,
    mysterious, lurking,
    freed at last by the departing light.

• March
• blossoms
• Spring
• 2016

March 24, 2016

They are collecting pieces of people at a Belgian airport.

A child is tortured to punish his father.

God has been appropriated for a dubious political campaign,

and a thuggish clown wins another presidential primary.

At times the world seems too much with us,
and too much to bear.

Yet this day will also offer blossom antidotes,
beautiful, brief,
the relief momentary,
but it is enough, it is enough,
before the world comes rushing back in.