Onion

Happy Thanksgiving

Portrait of a Turkey by Johann Wenceslaus Peter Wenzal, Oil on Canvas, 33" x 36", c 19th.

Cirrus, Snow & Aspen

Pig's Nose

Plovers & Waves

Plovers and Waves by Nakamura Hochu, Woodblock print, ink and color on paper, 10 1/8" x 14 3/8", 1802

Sgraffito

Snow & Light

Reservoir #3

Reservoir #2

Reservoir #1

Spillway

Thicket

Burn & Sap

Monday Poem

THE WHITE LILLIES

As a man and woman make
a garden between them like
a bed of stars, here
they linger in the summer evening
and the evening turns
cold with their terror; it
could all end, it is capable
of devastation.  All, all
can be lost, through scented air
the narrow columns
uselessly rising, and beyond,
a churning sea of poppies -

Hush, beloved.  It doesn't matter to me
how many summers I live to return:
this one summer we have entered eternity.
I felt your two hands
bury me to release its splendor.

-Louise Gluck

Near Lake George

Sunbathers

House Sparrows, after a bath

Above Bear Creek

Monday Poem

Once for each thing. Just once; no more.
And we too, just once. And never again.
But to have been this once, completely,
even if only once: to have been
at one with the earth,
seems beyond undoing.

-Rainer Maria Rilke

Noumena/Phenomena #9

Dawn