
pooled water,
like liquid metal
in waning light

pooled water,
like liquid metal
in waning light

a boulder teeters
on a cliff face, awaiting
Wile E. Coyote


a perfect wave
dashes onto the rocks.
the next one? who knows!

dawn of day,
temple turns off neon lights
as i frame my shot.

two crows wrestle,
spiraling to the ground.
big, black maple seed





the one true sun
rises over the lake;
imposters abound