Category Archives: Photographs

GOLDEN EAR-DROPS

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Dicentra chrysantha, Woolley Canyon April 12, 2025

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Woolley Canyon

Posted on April 13, 2025 by | 8 comments

A wonderful day for Robbin and me touring Woolley Canyon with Chuck and Lesley Fry where Virginia and Ken Mckee run their cows and calves. Though wild and rough (it takes a week to gather), it’s the most diverse piece of ground, ranging upwards to 3,600 feet, I’ve ever seen. Lots of wildflowers new to me:

Indian Pink (Silene californica)

Indian Warrior (Pedicularis densiflora)

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MARCH HAIKU

Posted on March 23, 2025 by | 2 comments

On top of the world
the fat calves are curious—
nothing else to do.

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MINING THE MOON

Posted on March 20, 2025 by | 2 comments

What has happened to the world,
the people, the planet,
now that we can measure

parts per billion,
the distance in light years
to the nearest black hole.

Crowded in corrals,
we are bent beneath the weight
of useless information

shouldering our way
to the EXIT gate
to shed the burdens

of mind and flesh—
lifetimes spent
trying to escape?

What has happened to the world,
this magic planet,
its Mother Goose,

her golden eggs
the rogues are after
mining the moon?

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TANGIBLE FANTASY

Posted on March 17, 2025 by | 1 comment

When the rains come right
and knee-deep green feed hides
beneath Fiddleneck in the flats,

we forget the bare, baked slopes
cut by dusty cow trails plunging
to the murmur of the diesel truck

spilling alfalfa flakes the length
of undressed pastures—lost bawling
calves and slow thin cows.

So blessed to have disremembered
the lean dry times, we believe
the miracle is normal, that Hera

and her daughters will set-up camp
and stay a fruitful future for man
and beast, creeks in the canyons—

a tangible fantasy for the thriving
when the rains come right
to change our way of thinking.

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WAITING FOR THE STORM

Posted on March 12, 2025 by | 3 comments

Early spring garnish
before a mid-March rain,
wild colors claiming

lush shades of green
that cattle finish grazing
by eight o’clock.

Everybody feels
what’s coming,
despite the sunshine—

despite the rattling
of sabers
from would-be kings.

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Snow on Sulphur

Posted on March 7, 2025 by | Leave a comment 






Snow comes off the mountain
on the backs of trucks,
white caps on compacts





like trophies
to melt on roads
into town—





cold hands
shoveled dirt driveways
steer downhill.











							

	
			

				
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SPILT PAINT


			

				Posted on March 4, 2025 by  | 2 comments
			


				

				











Our canyon gleams
with sunlit shades
of rejuvenated green,





dirt tracks damp
after rain, white skiffs
of popcorn flowers





primed to usurp the flats
and gentle slopes
to divvy up with gilded





fiddleneck before the blue
lupine and golden poppies
display the sloppy guise





of springtime’s spilt paint
for photographs, daydreams
and April showers.











							

	
			

				
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WE KNOW BETTER


			

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We know better than to claim
success when the grass is belly-high
and Dry Creek runs year-round.





We know the fickle temperament
of the wild gods and goddesses
who have few rules and no obligations





to monied interests, no crusades
to justify their integrity: certain
dominion over man’s campaigns





to domesticate their nature
for a dollar—that will, in time, undermine
humanity’s conceit for much less.











							

	
			

				
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ADDENDUM


			

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Dim light above the kitchen table,
wet wedding rings beneath ceramic coffee cups,
shod horses fidget in the aluminum gooseneck
outside before daylight.





“Are Bud and Monte comin’?”
“Nope, just you and me, Babe,” he grins
showing teeth beneath his moustache.





“Any stars?” she asks. “It’s s’posed to rain,
you know, sometime today.”





“A few holes in the clouds is all,”
as he looks up at the ceiling.





“With a little luck
we ought to make it up the hill
before it gets slick,
get the cattle down
and be home by the fire
before it gets too wet.”





After a pause and long swallow, she asks,
“You know what day it is?”





“Thursday, I think”





“Is that all?” she lets trail on her way to the sink.
“Oh, I’ll be goddamned:





Happy Valentine’s Day!”











							

	
			

				
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