[noon day sun]

7 10 2019

noon day sun
a buzzard circles in hope
above a lost soul





Woes of a public weaver

11 05 2019

It has been a wonderful week of weaving for me.
Bright sunshine, clear skies and lots of people stopping by to ask what I am doing.
Now if I could only remember my sunscreen

may day-
on the pier with bare arms
and burning skin





[blood red sun]

4 04 2019

blood red sun
under an ash choked sky
the land burns





[broken clouds]

11 08 2018
broken clouds
fresh puddles on the street
evaporate




[subdued sun]

10 08 2018
subdued sun
from the blazing forest
a cooler noon




[blood red sun]

10 08 2018
blood red sun
under an ash choked sky
the land burns




[broken clouds]

25 10 2017
broken clouds
a sunbeam breaks through
lighting the field