Lighting the leaves

After three days the same,
Sun creeps through the forest,
Lighting the leaves,
Taller each noon.

Slowly bringing you,
After three days the same,
All the gold in the world
Lighting the leaves.

Bedtime

An older comic about not wanting to go to bed. My dad didn’t really have giant glasses like that.

Laurels

You can grow tired of looking at the laurels;
June woods are lousy with these pink-white constellations.
Grandmother’s tires drift down the backroads
Like a team of studied horses
The track’s in their rubbery bones.
Passing periwinkled foundations,
Resolute in the years-deep leaves,
Rusted fences fastened to trunks,
The sun on the dark fallen firs.

But wise grandmothers point ’cause they know
The thinking of the shining leaf,
the gnarled branches that lift from bitter stony soil;
They can be burnt to the ground thrice-over.
Consider these returning flowers.

Bellows Falls 2

I believe we are looking at a lock in the foreground, and the distant bridge in the preceeding picture is also the top of a dam.

Bellows Falls, VT

The intersecting railroad bridges of Bellows Falls, VT.

Covered Bridge under repair

Old road signs being used as temporary floor in this New Hampshire covered bridge.

Cascade Locks 2

Nathan demostrates proper corn dog condiment application, as well as ideal devouring locale (in the car).

Cascade Locks

From Cascade Locks, Oregon, along the beautiful Columbia Gorge.

welcome

Not much here yet. Will be sooner or later.

raahhh!

This is at Point Rayes, CA.

Benny the Note

One could loop this strip forever.