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Watching out where the sun will reach its evening quest, no impediment, nothing stopping it’s fall, reaping the lift of this fields back,...

The church stands alarmingly tall, within memory, and terribly small, facing reality. It looks as though it spread its wings, then...

Four miles east of Mtn View, four miles west of Carnegie, looking north off Highway 9, the view is blocked by the metal frame of this...

Oh my. It is so awful here! My shoes are cold, muddy, my feet match them in pain, I’ve slipped and almost fallen, three times! It is...

He spent his days around this barn, moving animals, feed, equipment, ropes and buckets, hay and water, all in or out of the barn. No two...

On the north edge of the pasture, out where the fence separates one field from another, there stands a small guard there, the little...

Standing so tall, seeing over the branches of the tallest tree, spinning its blades to ward off that spirit of wind that breaks and...

It is well lit, this perfect blue sky, by seven columns of the brightest white sun, the clouds that touch the sky and move up from the...

My steps feel strong, as I wave off the feelings, of being where I am. The nightfall is looming here, across these rails that roll to...

The winter snow has fallen, upon the tree and on the ground, doubling its branches in size. The cooler days are now the coldest days we...

Crows can be the devilish type; to peek around, to steal the rings, bottle caps, and straws, eat things and be in places we don’t care to...

Watch me here, on this sullen day, This cloudy pondering of things bright in my eyes, As I sit, and watch, for the truthful movement of...

This pond, like so many others are spots on the landscape, hundreds and hundreds full around the maps of this country, places here or...

This house stands still on this flat plain, the lights that were, are gone again, you can watch it’s steely eyes, blankly but fervently,...

“I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we are in each other's dreams, we can be together all the time.” Ralph Peck...

His eyes are always scanning the landscape, the mean and planes of things, checking out each piece and small wave of tender leaves that...

Clear the winter from your path, and keep only those things that mean enough to make you smile, or make you think, or make you feel for...

Every day that goes by, those around me see things that I miss, things about me; I may say, or not say, I may do, or not do, but keep...

The crowd sitting and facing south, The leaders of the group, seated and facing north, The eastern board of the sand and rock, barley...