A favourite walk down by the ponds

Looking back across the small pond

Trees reflected across the big beaver pond

Across the big beaver pond

Frosted floor leaves behind itself

Arbutus limb rises across

Winter warmth

Orchard frost

Frosted fence

Tracking

No, that way

Round the bend, rings of Saturn

Snow on yellow Volkswagon Beetle

Tire marks in snow

Down at the pier

Misty

River top

Down the road

Across the field

Me mom and the dog

The beach line

The bridge over the river

Towards the light

Stay

Scaled

Chair window drawer from left to right

checkers for two

There beside the window

This old farm house

Snack time

This an old house

Daisy, just two days old

Look Back

Like, Wind

Silent Vigial

Finishing Touch

Hard At Work

Tools Of The Trade

Getting Started

A Day at The Beach

Viewing The Sand Sculptures At Harrison Hot Springs

The 16th Annual World Championship of Sand Sculpture, Sept. 2005

Welcome To The View From Harrison Hot Springs, BC

It's In The Journey They Say

To write this poem
I thought and thought,
I sought, I
wrought
rot.

I got squat. Here
I sit with nothing
coming
or going,
showing.

To write this poem
I moan
droan on n'on
my own,
groan.

Dawn has gone. There
is now ledge
a wedge, a
hedge
sun lit edge.


Kinda pretty.

Bending Some Rays

Reflections Of The Sun

And The Answer Is

We talked...>

<...Yes

Enough?...>

<...Are you asking to be understood?

Yes...>

<...

Cotton Candy

Keepin' The Flow Goin'

Jamin' At The Caribbean Day's Festival, Vancouver BC

For Friends

Ah my good friends
on this day and till the ends,
to the ends and new beginings
in this dream called life.

Why can't I just speak, say
without this rhymn this rhythmic sway?
Well, this is how my head hears it,
this is how my heart whispers

Come sit.

Did He Ever Look Up Before Working?