Three deaths

Tawny fungi spread Entwined among rotten stumps Beauty grows from death

Hot on the trail

Saturday morning, I went on a photo hike for the first time in months. It was Mojave Hot. I was grateful for what shade I did have, and for the water I remembered to bring. I stayed away from the tourist-packed beaches, and instead took a ramble in the woods around Blackwater River State Park,…

Mother Nature’s song

I want to turn the whole thing upside down I’ll find the things they say just can’t be found I’ll share this love I find with everyone We’ll sing and dance to Mother Nature’s songs I don’t want this feeling to go away.” ~ Jack Johnson, “Upside Down”  

Memorial Day Weekend

I was up bright and early Saturday morning. Well, early… not so bright. I was awake before sunrise. I had a date with 2,000 other early birds for the 30th Annual Eglin Air Force Base Gate-to-Gate Run/Walk/Ruck. I’ve been there, done that before, and was excited to join in again. The event, held Memorial Day…

In like a lion…

About ten minutes into my morning walk, I wished that I had worn short sleeves. At the half-way point, I began to wonder where I packed my shorts. All along the way, I noticed hints of a spring that was just around the corner. I am ready for warm weather to stay around for a while.

Swamp shadows

Like the desperate, and futile struggles of hapless victims caught in quicksand, pale limbed trees reach out of the swamp. Entrapped in a net of duckweed, strangling the color and life out of any competing plant, smothering it under a blanket of vibrant green, their shadows claw for a handhold, a life line out of the muck.