Dave

  • Standing Rock 2018

    Morning.  Stars filled the night sky when I last looked.  Then a good wind blew.  Moving clouds in.  Then out. Leaving just enough to catch and mix the morning sun rays into a painting a photo could never justify. Morning and… Continue reading

  • Willow

      Rooted willow stands outside Front window.  Morning twilight. Neither light nor dark. Black trunk and branches Rise. Sillohetted against the Dark light blue sky. Small branches wing out. Tips loose themselves in Lighted dark blue sky. Willow without one… Continue reading

  • Craned Neck

    A warbling trumpet sound wanders across the valley.  Must be mid-March for the sound can only mean the Sandhill Crane has returned.  Having left the warmth of the south for northern places, the valley provides rest and food and thoughtfulness.… Continue reading

  • Of Spring and Dandelion

    Wait for the right moment: Length of day.  Temperature.  A drenching spring rain.  Two days. From the ground they spring, abundantly, with fortitude.  Their numbers shout, no-matter-what-you-do we will out populate your work and survive and win. Prior to rain, one rises,… Continue reading