Trickster, Autumn Light
The world glows autumn-gold, between what has been and what will be. I taste sweet berries, hickory smoke, old jokes, new beginnings. My hooves press into soft earth, holding me to…

The world glows autumn-gold, between what has been and what will be. I taste sweet berries, hickory smoke, old jokes, new beginnings. My hooves press into soft earth, holding me to…

Blow the Dog Down Come all ye bold sailors, and listen to me,Yo ho, blow the dog down!Barkin’ Bentley sails the oceans, as fierce as can be—Give me some time to blow the dog down! He’s got a black patch and a hat on his brow,Yo ho, blow the dog down!He hides at the thunder…

I started this week by posting a couple of old fall-leaf photos and wishing the local leaves would turn. Here, only a few days later, the leaves are quickly turning. Note to whoever: thanks; I love it! 🍂

Isi leans against the mossy trunk and closes her eyes. Beneath the wind and water, she hears the forest’s deeper song—the roots speaking in a language few…

The cool mornings and seasonal temperatures have me in the mood for bright fall leaves, but sadly, our immediate area still doesn’t have many good examples. I understand some nearby areas have more colorful leaves, but I haven’t been out to photograph them. In any case, I decided to go back and post a couple…

The butterfly alights gently on Ruth’s hand. She sees her granddaughter’s eyes widen and thinks how brief such moments are—how quickly a child’s gaze can shift from wonder to distraction.