from “Women Who Sleep With Dogs“ I see my life come shining, from the West down to the East Any day now, any day now, I shall be released Bob Dylan excerpt: Cat stopped on the rise, and called the dogs. The prairie was a glitter of white frost; billions of winking glints of ice […]
If photography was a seasonal sport, I would have to say, winter is, indeed, my favorite time of year.
Look closely at the world, my friends, it’s far more interesting than you might think at a glance.
poem from the collection, “One Coyote Winter”
The riders came back snow-shouldered,
grim lips chapped from needles of winter,
knees rawed and saddle-bowed,
….from the collection “One Coyote Winter”
poem from the collection, “One Coyote Winter.”