Split Rock Lighthouse

Which Way?

Closed Area

Caution. Waves Ahead...

Peace Flower

Iris Selfies

Wintery Trek

Bee Careful

Nara Laterns

菊の香や
奈良には古き
仏達

In the city of Nara
Fragrance of chrysanthemums;
Buddhas of yore.

- Matsuo Basho
  (1644 - 1694)

Solitude Pair, Lutsen, MN

Sea of Love

The ocean is like our love
There is no beginning and no end
Timeless and ageless an eternity in its depth
Holding long lost memories locked deep in the sea
Akin to our hearts memory of you and me

As the waves gently massage the shore
I am reminded of your sensual touch
Your loving hands upon my skin
Our bodies rocking together
That feeling of forever

Lost deep in your eyes
Like a sailor adrift upon the sea
Time stands still when we are together
Guided by the star like look of love in your eyes
Siren song of your voice pulling me deeper in love no surprise

An eternity I was lost at sea in search of your love
Never finding shore nor seeing one on the horizon
Lost in the vast emptiness that was everywhere
Your ocean of love eventually giving me life
Binding us together as husband and wife

-- Bill Turner

The Face of Cascade Falls

The Gales of November, Temperance River

Sea Fevers

No ancient mariner I,

   Hawker of public crosses

Snaring the passerby

   With my necklace of albatrosses.

I blink not glittering eye

   Between tufts of gray sea mosses

Nor in the high road ply

   My trade of guilts and glosses.

But a dark and inward sky.

   Tracks the flotsam of my losses.

No more beclamed to lie,

   The Skeleton ship tosses.

-- Agnes Wathall

Fort At Old San Juan, PR

Old Keys

The Scream, Old San Juan, PR

Steamboat

Still Autumn Dock

Tree Under Vega

The More Loving One

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well

That, for all they care, I can go to hell,

But on earth indifference is the least

We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn

With a passion for us we could not return?

If equal affection cannot be,

Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am

Of stars that do not give a damn,

I cannot, now I see them, say

I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,

I should learn to look at an empty sky

And feel its total dark sublime,

Though this might take me a little time.

-- W. H. Auden

    (1907 - 1973)