on the sixth day

"And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s... Continue Reading →

jet streams::great salt basin

I've been enjoying this three days/three quotes invitation from Woodland Gnome, especially in paring and sharing photographs with quotes from our 7 day drive to Arizona in April, which began in Virginia went through West Virginia, Kentucky, a corner of Tennessee for the crossing of the mighty muddy Mississippi, Arkansas, Oklahoma, and New Mexico to... Continue Reading →

two little birds

  For I want to be in the light with you In those spaces between branches Where the rocks glow soft with moss freshly sprung While the children gather pinecones and sing.   In those spaces between branches Lay your head on my lap While the children gather pinecones and sing I’ll comb your beard... Continue Reading →


desert backyard home to lizards cousins to our water loving salamanders and newty wizards though consider:: lizards are easier to follow around they scuttle about on the gritty ground, to play with newts means getting in the creek leaf mold, upturned rocks, under rotten logs taking a peek slick, damp, muddy wet the air itself... Continue Reading →

desert bloom

the grainy earthen floor is a tantalizing door covered in fragrant mesquite leaf debris the trails left by orange ants carrying more oblivious palo verde flowers painstakingly from tree over rocks and sand to burrow lead the way to a hidden extremity in this dessicated thorny flow: a damp garden seen phosphenically where the beat... Continue Reading →

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