• Could You? Would You? Eat Your Weeds?

    July 2, 2015 A great quote by Dr. Seuss: Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.  I’m a photographer. I notice beauty. I admit to noticing lush green lawns, but I don’t see beauty. I admit to noticing weedless gardens full… Continue Reading

  • Because it’s Raining

    June 15, 2015 Once upon a time, the lone toilet in a damsel’s castle cracked. It was just a sliver of a crack, but nevertheless. . . drip. No problem, thought the damsel, I’ll put this cup here to catch the drips until it can be fixed. Unfortunately, the cup runneth over sooner than the… Continue Reading

  • School Days

    June 11, 2015 There is a routine to dinner here on the prairie. It starts with Farmer Tom’s question, How was school? To which is replied, Good. Every single school day– same question, same response. So now that school is out, I wondered, what would we talk about? Surprisingly, it started out with the familiar,… Continue Reading

  • Potawatomi Wannabe

    May 5, 2015 Reverence for nature. That’s what captivates me most about the lifestyle of the American Indians. This excerpt from Chief Seattle’s letter written to the president in 1852 captures that reverence: Every part of the earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark… Continue Reading

  • Spring Fling

    April 30, 2015 Spring is rollin’ in on the prairie. Buttercups are blooming. Puppies are prancing. Sand is seducing. And peacocks? Peacocks are promenading! This is, my friend, Chester. As he quivered his feathers, stared intently into my eyes, and slowly inched within inches, I wondered, does he mistake me for a peahen? I do… Continue Reading

  • The Happy Hypocrite

    April 26, 2015 Nine months ago, I stared at the impossible. . . It is recommended you begin building a following using social media prior to being published. WHAT??  Not that. I could never do that. I have no desire to write anything for anybody taller than my armpit. Besides, I’m shy, I argued. How much… Continue Reading

  • Once Every Thousand Years

    April 21, 2015 Imagine standing on a darkened mountaintop and viewing a starlit sky. Now imagine, if the stars came out only once every thousand years, and you were there, on that mountain gazing into that sparkling vastness. . . Imagine smelling a fragrant hyacinth in a bulb-laden spring garden. Now imagine, if hyacinths bloomed… Continue Reading