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Circle Self
I thought I had more time
Man on Street
roy g biv
Blowin in the wind
The Tower
Blue Mosque
"God shuffled his feet"
an Evolutionary Times Press Publication
van gogh daytime sky
70 degrees August Chicago
brall room
Flinstone Chop
Mr. Y (click on pic)
Very interesting article on evolved global political/economic view from pentagon?
spinning wheel,
spinnin' around
Mosquito Woods
The Coast of Michigan
Around the bend
January Path
Arboretum 2010
Stoic Pines
Morton Arboretum
Snow Angel on Lake
if not for the footsteps...
Icebeast
Thick & Thin
Winter Well
Autumn Turf
Winston's Summer to Autum
Mist Betwixt
Accidental Monet
Impression of an Impressionist
Tall Pinoak
To exhale smoke...
Iron Celt
Summer in the City
Natural Offering
Mulberries on leaf
Betwixt & Between #3
Rocky Shore Respite
Infinity plus 1
Northern Water Snake & Catfish
Stone Path, Hedges, Soul Cloud
God's Garden
Morton Grave
4 in Hand, Hole in Heart
Suddenly, Briefly August
morning bright calm
Zen aesthetics
Friendly Confines
St. Train Cathedral
BNSF Line
canyon view
blue green morning
the Winter Keep
Circle Self
Conan Malone, graphic adaption by C. Connally
Silver Slide Sideways
St. James Cemetery
Canal Diggers at Rest
Bleak Midwinter
Sunglare Steel Canyon
Thin God Lying Down
Arboretum Vignette
Xanadu
Morton Arboretum
Sunburst Camp Hale
The Human Cicada
Joe Shadow
Earth & Sky, Boulder County
Niwot
The Smokestacks of Nalanda
Earth & Sky at Cement Butte
Sunflowers Longmont, CO
takimusu
Mountain
by Sensei Wing
early morning, dead vole
Vapors
rice fields of vail
Brush Stroke
Mountain Lion Footprint
Eastern Shrine
Thank You
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Re-written February, 1, 2002 the night before my father’s funeral. I read this at his funeral, after some words of remembrance. The last time I saw my father walking, with great difficulty he rose from his chair and appeared in the doorway just before we got in the car to leave, he yelled, “Look for me in the mountains.” He waved and shut the door. I think this poem was a premonition, a preparation for my father’s passing. Good journeys father… When the photo was pulled from an album for a memory board, the scratches appeared in the shape of an inverted mountain.
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