A homestead farm sits nestled in the eastern mountains, Creating everything needed to sustain the pioneering spirit. Individualists, yet dependent on neighboring settlements For community, support, and steadfast faith. Horsepower literally measured for a simple life, Draft steeds steadily working plow, mower, and rake.
Retired hay rack in a barn in the Smokey Mountain National Park, North Carolina.
Hunting at Sanibel
Wading at morning in the shadow of the Light, Silently stalking the small finned prey. Alone at the moment with others nearby, This hunt a solitary activity–for now. Quiet, gently lapping water as the tide flows, Leads small fry to the Egret’s table.
Egret hunting in the morning sun at Sanibel Island, Florida.
Abandoned Well on the Homestead
Homestead needs essential from the land, Reaching down through dirt and stone. Yearning to find a simple treasure sought by all, Life-give--cool and clear and refreshing. Yet, as simple transformed to neat and refined, Cabin and well are forgotten–abandoned.
Old well on a 19th century Alabama homestead in Ashville, Alabama.
Gentle summer breeze softly sways the tall grass, Sun and shade blanket the urban pasture. The Gray eases through the stubble feeding, Enjoying his well-earned rest. Tomorrow, a day of duty awaits, But for now, grazing is all the Gray embraces.
Central stairs at the Dali Museum lead upward to the works of Salvador Dali and others.
Silent, Sudden Stalker
Silently, the ancient creature lies in the weeds, Waiting, always waiting for the right moment. Its eyes and nose just pierce the gentle surface, The body floating out of sight beneath the dark waters. Unknowingly, a small resident of the backwater swims, The Silent Stalker suddenly claims its meal...and returns to the dark waters.
Waiting to feed, this American alligator rests on a submerged log.
Contemplating the Illusion of Freedom
Looking out, dreaming of openness, Knowing that is only an illusion. Genetics scream for the green of home, The reality is an actor on a stage for strangers. Contemplating what could be...might be, Yet it is only illusion of freedom we all desire.