1909
A picture postcard of this church was made in 1909, 113 years ago by someone on the campaign to show the church. Two years beyond...
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A picture postcard of this church was made in 1909, 113 years ago by someone on the campaign to show the church. Two years beyond...
The heat has kept it very warm around us, snow is in the forecast, but months to come before it would make its appearance. Watching the...
The light, first in the morning, with its red seal breaking away, painting the one time of day where one should watch, where one should...
The rather large mouse takes up space beneath the tomato vines, all burning in the soil. The scrambled, twisted, turning of summers...
A pair. A pair of pears. With my knife, I can pare a pair of pears. I'll use my paring knife. Or maybe I should use two paring knives,...
Being poor in Oklahoma meant being completely poor. The downtrodden were the stepping stones of those who had gone on with life, but...
The family was at the home place, in the fullness of the day. Their home was outside of Jay, at the peak of the hills. This was on...
With all the things we have to do, everything that a person can possibly think of, figuring out, this figuring out that, battling with...
When they came to school, the windows were bright, the daylight of the country side was breaking the trees of the end of night, the wind...
Just open the door, with your eyes. Let your spirit that is watching, see that entrance, and your heart will feel that longing, to grasp...
Just on the east side of the Sangre De Cristo Mountains, almost at ten thousand feet, the Canadian River starts its tumble downward...
Looking west, as the night was making its hurried stroke, Over the McGill’s Echo Acres, Watching the sun making its last resistance,...
Watch and wait and they will come home. Each one day and happy, grinding the grass from another long days hike, taking in as much of...
The pleasure can one person take, from the pictures painted by natures’ sweet hand, and tossed about in the millions, like Vincent Van...
When flirting with the last, hot, miserable days of the summer heat, that burn and sizzle and cause your skin to seize and try to keep...
Paint it red. Red paint will keep its coating. It doesn’t matter that it has been painted a hundred times, just three buckets of paint,...
Cigarette Machine. It’s time is done, as it stands against the outside wall, and keeps looking deeper into the day. It’s windows are...
A casual glance toward the sky, Can an appearance make As one looks up, neck bent back And see what sights upon us, The eye seeks out...
The rodeo grounds are empty and grass and weeds are growing along the pathways of the bulls and broncs, each one angry to be moved, each...
Built a little extra wide. Made during the time of winds and cold crispness smacking the walls, or wasps and spiders and hot, non-moving...