New

deer

Big Horn

"We are all the same in God's eyes."

 

hidden

after the day

azul

Rome

this and that

Wade

capoeira angola

nothing, but

Saturday

hills horses hope happiness

sun

thunder

planta

“An autumn night-don’t think your life didn’t matter.’

Matsuo Baksho

Wy

"We do not understand

grief, nor love's phases,

and what death keeps concealed

is not unveiled

Only song through the land

hallows and praises

Rilke's Sonnets to Orpheus

#19

gather

drawing Carlito

dog

This prairie is amazing to me.  And life is everywhere.  Now, as I look at the distant four horses grazing as they have been in that spot for at least a couple of days, I think of other ways of being, of how they be, how their lives are here on this prairie beneath the sky, morning to high day’s sun, to evening to dark night and back to morning’s light.

everything

‘It will be like everything else.  There will be things you like and things you don’t like.  Depends on what you focus on.’  Dr. Gasper.

desert land

green

“Achilles’ mother grieves over her poor boy’s body,

And Memmnon’s mother too weeps for her dead child-

If even goddesses touched by death, though they

Themselves can never die, mourn fates of human sons,...”

Tom Sleigh, Amores, III, ix

december

brown eyes

horse in RI

three

summer

‘Every night night they go; every night of the year the eastern beaches see the comings and going’s of the wardens of Cape Cod.”  Henry Beston, The Outermost House

porque no?

heat

none of it

“Further, I want to supply some ground for a suggestion which I shall develop later:  that the problem of personhood is not a ‘problem’ but a description of the human condition, that it is not a matter for philosophical ‘solution’ but a misleading way of expostulating on the irrelevance of traditional philosophy to the rest of the culture.”  Richard Rorty in Philosophy and the Mirror of Nature.
 

the emptiness that is not empty

morning comes everyday again

 

to no longer

“Strange to no longer desire one’s desires.”  Rilke in The First Elegy.

 

Easter

 

Spring

 

bottle

 

home

 

Love

 “Once in a while along the way love’s been good to me.”  Johnny Cash

God knows

"God knows the common run of insignificant and yet painstakingly collected and painstakingly hoarded trifles which either immediately or, equally tragic, after a long time give us human beings occasion to complain, each one of the other, about self-interest, disloyalty, and treachery."  Soren Kierkegaard, Works of Love