Sunday, Dcember 31, 2017

I had a thought for no one’s but your ears:   
That you were beautiful, and that I strove   
To love you in the old high way of love; 
That it had all seemed happy, and yet we’d grown   
As weary-hearted as that hollow moon.

Thursday, December 28, 2017

Jabba the Chevy

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Prehistoric Illuminati

Monday, December 25, 2017

Millennial Jesus

Sunday, December 24, 2017

Ready to Take Flight

Friday, December 22, 2017

In for the Long Haul

Thursday, December 21, 2017

Can You Dig It?

Monday, December 18, 2017

Waiting in Confinement

Saturday, December 16, 2017

Hanging from a Tree

Thursday, December 14, 2017

Lean into the Night

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Making it Look Easy

Sunday, December 10, 2017

Divergent Tracks

Friday, December 8, 2017

Bundle of Joy

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Eye of the Ice Pond

Sunday, December 3, 2017

Ye shall find a babe wrapped in swaddling-clothes, and lying on a bench

Friday, December 1, 2017

December Afternoon

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Escanaba: Home of the Eskymos

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Fast and Friendly

Monday, November 27, 2017

Preparing to Dock

Friday, November 24, 2017

Fabulous in Every Size and Package

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Ephemeral Barrier

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

An Incognito Santa Prepares

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Afternoon Rays over the Garden Peninsula

Saturday, November 18, 2017

Happy Hunting Grounds
Hooves Up. Don't Shoot!

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Fantasy, gets the best of me, when I'm sailing