Yellow Flowers On Green & Blue

Twenty To Twelve

Hey You

Cat On A Hot Railing

Cat Folks, Checking The Scene In Qualicum Beach, BC

What Has Happened?

The accident happens
by a stand of Gary Oaks
along the Millstream, on a foggy day,
where it flows under the road and
into the ocean
this new morning...
found... west, morning,
ROOTS! GRASSY Meadows,
then
sunshine fills in
and Arbutus trees
are coming and going,
it's all a blur...
What has happened?

The Accident

Stand Of Gary Oaks

Along The Millstream On A Foggy Day

Under The Road and Into The Ocean

New Morning

West Morning

Roots

Grassy Meadows

Sunshine Fills In

Arbutus Trees

Coming and Going

The Plot

I would have roots bind together
rather than be apart from the other there.
And would prefer to walk in love with them,
than fall in love.
Falling down.

I would choose serious talk,
Need more milk...pick some up on the way
Be back by eight...can drop that off too
Saw these on sale, to go by the fence
Needs repairing...They'll look beautiful in the spring.
Familiar babbling brook.

I would have between us little cracks start,
separating myself and this person here.
Then would work, tending with joy to the needs
to smooth the path,
so no one trips.

I would choose this simple scene,
supplanted, under sunshine's first ray
the resting place of morning's dew.
Our stories growing beside the fence
like the flowers, to fill the pages of
our garden book.

Low Tide (Nanaimo, BC)

Mud Flats

Arbutus Tree

Arbutus Tree (photoshop - stamp)

New Canvas

He could not paint
felt weak, frantic.
Crashing in from elsewhere
a boombox beats
out music.
One tiny line
blue and gorgeous,
two.
From a head drunk and mean
he pounds about the place.
Paints a rust red peach,
chocolate shine, black
white,
He watches and
puts down.

Through The Looking Glass

Looking Though The Glass

Outside White Rock

Near To White Rock

Daddy-o

Walk with me

Looking Out

Trillium

In Summer Sun

The Winter Crowns

Street Scene

The Post Office

Come In, Welcome

Matriarchs

Sweet whispering sea mother and
blue lake women
they watch.
Still,
at a place of power
through to the moment where
thousands soar as wind above
a honey garden picture.

Monet's look