Somewhere over

 Somewhere over the Orange kayaks

Blend in

 They told me in order to get a good shot to blend in. But seriously !

White challenge

 The all white great egret

I like for the difficulty 

in capturing him without

making him a white ghost

or a dark blue heron

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.