Ironweed and Cold Crickets

some people pictures to digest. Ironweed blooming in the sorta steel valley; it's cold and time to bring in the pineapples. The cricket doesn't sing so much on the newly formed stove stone wall. There is art to make--we forget why...all we think of is money and time and disease. What is this Darfur?--and did we fix Somalia?

rats in the rain

rats in the rain...sweet beagle Sarah...sexy black couch.

There really is something in your fridge that can kill you details at 6

Cradle the baby pigeon and coo, coo, kachoo

Coons trundling, coons smashed and torn and rent asunder, tractor trailers ripped apart like cardboard

The chipmunk that drew the wrath of Arriane is run over by a car in front of the mailbox.

Cool white caterpillar in the growing brick winter pile, purple asters and 2 shooting stars before 6 a.m.

"I keep wanting to fire my boss... then I remember i'm self-employed."