A deer in the clearing
Earlier in the year, while still “weed inspecting,” I had a sort of engagement with the white-tailed deer in this picture. I’ve never been anything like a “whis...
Category: Spirituality
Sometimes while driving a dirt road beside a blooming canola field
Sometimes, while driving a dirt road beside a blooming canola field,all things become simple, exquisite, undivided. Yellows flow unframed and unforced through g...
Orange hawkweed
I don’t mind my feet stuck in hardpan or moss between my toes.I don’t mind the droughtand I don’t mind the storm.I have no need to flyanything...
Walking a fence line north of Chip Lake
Yesterday, walking a fence line north of Chip Lake,I thought I saw my dad standing on a stony rise,like the one in Saskatchewan on the west side of the Riversid...