Category Archives: Photographs

Heat

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Nobody keeps record temperatures in Lemon Cove, but yesterday’s 101° in Fresno broke the high set in 1927. It was 104° on Dry Creek as we hauled gooseneck loads of weaned calves, gathered the 101° day before, off the Paregein Ranch—three two-hour, four-wheel drive round trips off the mountain. In addition to the calves, we hauled 20% of the cows down to go to town as we prepare for summer with little feed. With less than 8” of rain, our rainy season is over until October, capping a second year of drought. With no snowpack or surface water runoff in California, hay prices are already escalating.

The first few days of 100° heat are hard on people and livestock physically, but we all get out a little earlier in the morning and finish what we didn’t get done in the evening. The most noticeable impact of the heat is to our temperaments, not near as pretty as this white geranium, happy as long as it gets water.

 

PALO VERDE

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Limbs heavy with yellow
petals bumbling with bees,
empty shade beneath.

 

YOU AND I

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With all time, the wild waits
and watches for weakness
to erase our track—

 

each and every pending joy
prolonged in one place
beneath the sky

 

swallowed up, overgrown,
like it was before
it trained us, you and I.

 

WILD WATCHING

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Not many left who care
to see the dance, a flash
of flesh beneath her leaves,

she teases him when he’s not
watching hawks and deer—
well before you ever get there.

 

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY

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WPC – ‘On the Move’

June 7, 2010

 

Nothing static, just
forces of speed and time
to pick up the pieces.

 

 

On the Move

Flower Friday – Echinopsis 3

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With basic implements,
wear a morning burst of pink
for Mother’s Day.

 

 

Echinopsis 2

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Bud and bloom, flower
for a day, then sigh—
a man needs many cacti.

 

 

Echinopsis

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Cactus night bloom braves
the sun, but only one day—
for mothers in May.

 

 

NIGHT RAIN

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Above the mountains, one
last brew rises to hold the day,
make night rain.