
Mud from head to toe
before the bus to school,
how could I know
I’d never bring it home—
never be the hero
of black and white westerns.
But a lifetime chasing rainbows
has been enough
without the pot of gold.

Mud from head to toe
before the bus to school,
how could I know
I’d never bring it home—
never be the hero
of black and white westerns.
But a lifetime chasing rainbows
has been enough
without the pot of gold.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2024, poetry, Ranch Journal
Tagged Dry Creek, photography, poetry, rain, rainbows, weather

Despite the advance of new scientific instruments utilized for weather modeling, this year’s Atmospheric River phenomenon for Central California hasn’t followed predictions. However, we have enjoyed beautiful weather and average rainfall standing currently at 10 inches with March and April yet to go. Last summer seemed cooler, fall and winter warmer with yesterday’s high reaching 71 degrees.
Robbin snapped this photo about the time the deluge was forecast to arrive yesterday evening, but it didn’t start raining until 3:00 this morning. I love the rainy days, almost always smug when the experts are wrong.
Posted in Photographs, Ranch Journal
Tagged Atmospheric Rivers, forecasting, photography, rain, weather

Arms shrunk to seal flippers
Charred buttocks thrust skyward
They burned for five days.
– Bill Jones (“The Body Burning Detail”)
The tangle of limbs piled
like Bill’s poem from Nam,
oak skeletons and cadavers
turned hard and brittle
ache from drought,
rings parched of memory,
native history become ash
up in smoke. Perhaps my years
personify the tree, allow
empathy for these witnesses
to wild centuries before the West
was tamed, offering acorn meal
and shade for cattle,
ever-tuned to the telepathic
as they chew their cuds.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2024, poetry, Ranch Journal
Tagged "Blood Trails", burn piles, dead standing oaks, Drought, Dry Creek, Fire, personification, photography, poetry

Flash after flash above
a steely barrage of pellets—
an opaque torrent of gray rain
cut by the crack of thunder
as if the gods were falling timber
or sawing logs—
or just inebriated
in the mountains
playing nine pins.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2024, Ranch Journal
Tagged Atmospheric River, Dry Creek, lightning, photography, Pineapple Express, poetry, rain, thunder, weather

With a couple of “burn days” between rain showers this week, we’ve lit the piles of debris and deadfall that settled here where the canyon widens that were brought down with last spring’s atmospheric rivers. With air quality a concern in the San Joaquin Valley, burn days can be hard to come by. Not only are we reducing hazardous fuel in the event of a wildfire, but eliminating the limbs, mostly sycamore that burn quickly compared to oak, we saved our watergap fences between pastures and neighbors when Dry Creek rises again. Lastly, we’ve eliminated a potential logjam at McKay’s Point where part of the Kaweah River is diverted to the St. John’s fork that ultimately passes north of Visalia.
Posted in Photographs, Ranch Journal
Tagged Atmospheric Rivers, burn piles, debris and deadfall, photography, rain, weather

Caravans of SUVs, militarily spaced in case one gets lost,
race up our pocked-marked and decomposing mountain road
on Fridays to Hartland and Hume Lake Christian camps
to thin, clean air and worship exposed to cedars and pines
only to return Sunday afternoons as if God were driving
irresponsibly—an ascension of modern day crusaders
sprinting with a gang of jeeps, retrofitted for climbing rocks
and spinning hookers in the melting snow, the whir
and hum of mud-grips from miles below. Always
casualties, strapped to the backs of tow trucks home.
Posted in Photographs, POEMS 2023, poetry, Ranch Journal
Tagged Dry Creek, photography, poetry

I’s been a great week between Christmas and New Years with Robbin’s brother Joe here to help out cutting wood, splitting oak, hanging gates, cleaning-up the Horehound, Turkey Mullein and tumbleweeds along the driveway, not to mention vehicle maintenance while getting 0.34″ slow rain that has revitalized our green. We’ve taken time-out around the BBQ fire pit with Bloody Mary’s and a Mexican Coffee to celebrate our accomplishments.
Though I would have liked the rain to come a month earlier, the weather’s been perfect, rain spaced well with warm temperatures as the canyon has turned from blond dry feed to green. The cows and calves have moved to the softened ground uphill to get a bite of both as we watch the virgin Red Angus bulls, close-by, fumbled their way to breeding postures. As Robbin quips, “It’s a wonder we get any calves at all.”
This is what we work for, an uncertain future, and wish you all a joyful 2024 !!
Posted in Photographs, Ranch Journal
Tagged celebrate, cows and calves, Dry Creek, green, new feed, New Year's, perfect, photography, rain, weather

Warm-up cutting it.
Get warm stacking it.
Stay warm carrying it
into the house.
And once more, when
you haul the ashes out.
– for Gary Davis
Posted in Photographs, POEMS 2023, poetry, Ranch Journal

A bower for sleeping bees,
the ground begs softly
beneath the burning trees
to foster cotyledons
and change the canyon green.
No cars on the road,
silence weighs heavily,
not a bird or bull’s bawl
to claim the open space
that’s come alive.
The gray sky witness
floats in a cloud-fog
damp and undemanding
as the long pause of winter
moves into a new beginning.
Posted in Photographs, POEMS 2023, poetry, Ranch Journal
Tagged bees, Dry Creek, fog, photography, poetry, rain, silence, sycamores, weather