Two lonely monarchs,
Each sitting on their throne,
Both trying desperately,
To buy up every vote.
Here a promise,
There a promise,
Do words really matter,
I think it’s all illusion,
Which makes me all the sadder.
So be quick to listen,
And also slow to speak,
One who breaks a promise,
Is no friend indeed.
A few years ago I created a series titled Passages. The 24×36 inch metal print above me is my favorite...
This week I wrote a poem and attached a bird portrait to my Facebook page. (I do that a lot.)...
Hi, there! In the past I’ve posted thousands of bird portraits and snapshots – but not all I’ve captured. You...
Cast like iron he fixed his gaze, Upon the future of distant days, With hope and dreams as bright as flame, A yearning heart, an untold claim.
18% of Americans deal with one or more disabilities. Understanding is the key to their freedom. So, I offer this...
Hi, there! In the past I’ve posted thousands of bird portraits and snapshots – but not all I’ve captured. You can check them out in my 5 bird galleries on the menu and my monthly blog posts at the bottom of each page.
After the recent devastation caused by hurricane Helene I started looking at some raw data on the NOAA website. I decided to download 100 years of data, put into a spreadsheet, then extrapolate the information. What I found was very interesting so I thought I'd share some of that data with you.
The tragic events of yesterday – a 14 year old boy shot and killed 4 people at his high school...
From time to time when the “spirit” moves I’m inclined to put pen to paper. What follows is the result...
Hi, there! In the past I’ve posted thousands of bird portraits and snapshots – but not all I’ve captured. You...
Can I insert a little levity. I think I can use a little. How about you? Wing us a song...
As a Christian people we have forgotten, or never really understood, the art of lament. So here are my thoughts....
Two lonely monarchs,Each sitting on their throne,Both trying desperately,To buy up every vote. Here a promise,There a promise,Do words really...
Kathleen and I walk early in the morning. Since school started we've been walking past high schoolers waiting for their bus. In one of the small groups standing at a corner we noticed five girls. One standing by herself and a group of the other four.
A favorite song of mine is Flawless by MercyMe. I'll share the lyrics below. I always enjoy seeing a newly emerged butterfly from its cocoon. In essence they are "flawless." Not a mark on them. Such was the case today as I saw this tiger swallowtail blow through our garden.
Looking through my window pane,Is it just me, or has the world gone insane,A canvas painted with hues of gray,Where...
