
The Worm Moon Riseth
On a March night behind clouds
Through trees, it showeth

Pink Dawn

X in the afternoon









Cranes at dusk


Worm Moon


Worm Moon in Resa’s Tree

Worm Moon in a random tree

The Rio Grande at dusk

Last stripes of dusk
Big Sky Calling is an instrument piece I wrote and finished recording this morning.
New Year’s Timku
Happy twenty-three
Hope you keep your flame burning
Prosper and be free
New Year’s Spunku
Will things go to pot?
Black-eyed peas will help us through
See in twenty-three
The last moon of 2022
Cranes flying on the Crow highway
Landing gears down
Large bird in the clouds
Moon, clouds, contrails, and Tangle Heart Tree
In-coming
Roadrunner in the clouds
Fuzzy moon over Shey’s tree
Crossing beaks for a great 2023
Juncoku
Hops from branch to branch
Looking out for predators
There’s a Cooper’s hawk
Hawku
Perched on iron arch
It sees prey over yonder
Oops, prey flew away
Sparrowku
Like a ball of fluff
Imitating angry bird
Winter is so cold
Towheeku
On the river’s edge
Dining on Russian Olives
Big seed to swallow
Craneku
Oh, they want to fight
Bumping bird breasts, flapping wings
They showed each other
A crane flew to the moon one night
A silhouette against the cool light
Icarus flew close to the sun
He burned his wings, fell back to earth
The crane asked the broken man
“Why oh why are you such a fool? Men are not meant to fly!
Why oh why try to fly to the sun when by and by…”
The crane said with a heavy sigh
“…you know that you will surely die!”