Finding myself in the part of Oklahoma which is home of the Kickapoo tribe, I wonder at this tree art. I wonder if it has a significance beyond artistic expression? Does it serve a purpose or state a message only tribal members can decode? Like a set of chimes it hangs from a branch and wobbles and waltzes in the wind. Curiosity for... Continue Reading →

The moon lights up the whole sky some nights. This was one of those nights. The light was like a thin icing on the tree branches and on the ground and road. Everything seemed to be lit from inside. Night was light as day but much more beautiful.

Winter flowerbed with pansies, warmed with dry fall leaves  and encouraged with pecan shells, and letting the signs of coming spring poke through to the cold air.