Fishing for (Paralichthys californicus)
California Halibut
Wind drifting on the inshore shallows
two rods each

Open lands,
open skies
that’s the dream
and reality…

Let’s all meet at the Grange
history abounds in this country house
meeting and dancing hall…

Light the way
let creativity burn
find your spark…

Who doesn’t like clocks
Would rather know time
To feel it…

A walk in nature
to clear your troubled mind
to cure what’s ailing you…

Foothills to mountains
roads to trails
so many places…

Dark rainy central valley
In a ponder
thinking daydreaming…

Out of disaster
Calm
Following pain…

This old barn
dilapidation…

Seemingly endless wide open spaces
mountains, hills and valleys…

Each leaf unique
in its own place and time…

The highway is just fine
if all you want to do
is get somewhere…

When the fertile soil is neatly worked
Rows evenly spaced and planted
Seeds ready waiting to germinate…

Early one morning
still awakening
sitting, pondering…

Keeping inside in outside out
Hold on to lasting impressions
The soul is willing though
Little escapes gravity’s pull…

Your hand on my shoulder
My arms around you…

A good time to reflect on our day
as the sun settles into evening…

The trees the trees the trees
Sun hot above the canopy
Cool breeze shade green below
Flakes of sun filtering through…

I Dream in Sunsets

There’s a window I look out of
With a view no one else sees…

Always keeping one eye on the light
knowing the darkness is here
right in front of us…

The rock has a story
most rocks do
they may not tell it
so I will tell you…