Reflections

The eagle staff entered the powwow pavilion from the east.  From the river side.  Next comes flags and then dancers.  They processed clockwise around the pavilion with the staff and colors circling toward the pavilions center as dancers continued to… Continue reading

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

  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

6:15 in the morning and it is winter dark.  The calendar say autumn, but autumn left the landscape weeks ago.  Was it summer “outside,” work would have commenced an hour ago. Visioning of lighted mornings is lost in this dark… Continue reading