Raptured

 Raptured 

Came the morning

Of the rapture

And I was drinking

Maxwell house

House blend 

Reading from the 

Book of Revelation

I think it was the only time

In my life

I had perfect timing.

Looking up

 In the sway

All ventures need begin with a looking upward

If time were not such a moving on

Beneath for hours I would have stood

An infinity spent taking it in.

Sundown upon Watertown

Sundown upon Watertown

I did not care if I ever made shore

And what for?

Here, bobbing in surrounding gold

I had riches untold.

Homespun

 Homespun Dress

A collaboration with my late friend Robert Jones oil painting of the Homespun Dress and my photograph of the pioneer homestead in Mayo.

Riders of the purple sage

 Riders of the Purple Thorn

"I am waiting to plunge down to shatter and crash, roar and boom, to bury your trail, and close forever the outlet to Deception Pass!"

Zane Grey, The Riders of the Purple Sage.

Hum and swing

 When you are but a minute thing

Everything can become a swing

July 10th

 July Tenth 

I’ve nicked and soaked 

A hundred and twenty 

morning glory seeds

in expectation July tenth

will be a glorious morning.

Money hole

 Ye are the salt 

The shock has been applied, some other iron neutralizer dissipated too, now comes the salt

to the pool of the fool. If you are tempted ever in any way to throw good money away, put it in a pool

where it will return green.

Best move we made to fill in the pool.

In dreams

 In dreams

Johnclarestokes 

I do not know why you choose

To live within my deepest dreams

Coming to me in the night turns

Perhaps something there you yearn

We seem to do those waking things

Catching up on long River canoeing

Gliding down back roads getting lost

Falling from surf boards wave toss'd 

I was content in my forced air sleep

Having long ago prayed my dreams to keep

But pile up in my head, there is room

I'll be heading into dreamland soon.

Massey Man

 Massey Man

Johnclarestokes 

Oh the fling always seems a justified thing

Tiring of all the pesky promising

Rid this from the kitchen to the bed

No night visions of spiders in the head

You bask in views from shrubbery cut

You roam rooms long since shut

It's all a beautiful fling

But soon the old familiar comes creeping

Massey was not all he seemed

You suspect a dilution in the poison 

You yearn for the formulations of old

The sticky strips laid upon the threshold 

Massey but a shell of his former self

Soon you find yourself in yellowed pages

It's the story of the suburban for ages

Soon its for old Otto you're longing 

Silverwing's dancing in the stainless sink again.

Rosy Maple Moth

Fourth and won

 4th and won 

Do you ever wonder, what were the judges thinking? Four years ago I entered this photo of my mother and Mrs Margaret Hamilton who passed away this past Friday in the Art League Friends of the Library Art Show. First through third were nature photographs. I thought, I’ll not enter nature, which is my forte, but branch out.

Just recently I entered a contest that Happy Heart Farms who sells chickens sponsored. First place was of cows out of focus, not chickens.

As a consolation, I did take first in a family favorite category.

Again the Art League contest calls for entries, and again you try and guess what to enter. 

One time I was a judge with two others for the Woman’s Club photography contest. One judge insisted on awarding a photo of a rose, which wasn’t very good in my and the other judges opinion. We asked, why the rose? I like roses, I grow roses was the answer. We overrode him.

I think the judges liked cows over chickens, nature over nurture.

Psychic photographer

 The psychic photographer 

I see a metal bench and no Ashley Furniture in your future.