I love the red earth
The red rock
This sunburned country
The red rock
This sunburned country
It touches my soul
Category: Landscape
Revering the dead
In many ways
We give more reverence
To the dead
Than the living
Midway Blues
The forest burned
Above the steam
Hot red and orange
What once was green
Above the steam
Hot red and orange
What once was green
Some get the blues
They can’t condone
The forest stripped
To barest bone
Red Velvet
When I’m hungry
All I can see is food
All I can see is food
Like today, in this dry desert heat
With only the apples from yesterday
A can of baked beans, for a campfire dinner
And tomorrow morning’s apple-cinnamon oatmeal
In the late dusk
In the late dusk
Film draws whatever light it can
Through a lens wide open
On a camera held close
Steady as hands are able
Film draws whatever light it can
Through a lens wide open
On a camera held close
Steady as hands are able
The vantage of elevating myself
There is no better way
To understand the path I must follow
Than from the vantage point gained
Through the hard work
Of elevating myself
To understand the path I must follow
Than from the vantage point gained
Through the hard work
Of elevating myself
Bringing Fire
In the morning light
The hoodoos rise
Bringing fire
To the canyon
The hoodoos rise
Bringing fire
To the canyon
From a high vantage
From a high vantage
I scour the world below
Seeking the scattered points of reference
By which I’ll find my way
When I visit the low ground
I scour the world below
Seeking the scattered points of reference
By which I’ll find my way
When I visit the low ground
Thai Sunset
A setting sun
Illuminates existence
So that its divinity
Is apparent
To even the most ardent atheist
Illuminates existence
So that its divinity
Is apparent
To even the most ardent atheist
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