A Walk Among the Living and the Dead…

“April is the cruellest month…” – n’est ce pas?

 

 

 

A Good Friday in the Rain

 

As I Went Out on Good Friday Morning, the Rain began as soon as I was through the Gate and Walking across the Prairie. For the First Few Hours it was Merely Damp. But later in the Morning the Sound of Thunder and a Harder Downpour told Me: “Ite, Missa Est…”

A February Love Song

 

Wandering down into and back out of the moist West Draw

seeking images of impermanence and renewal &

visiting an old friend, the big fallen cottonwood…

on an unseasonably warm February afternoon.