River Boulder Surrounded by Excited Waters
Some logs don’t exist, at least not yet, but they will, when we conceive them.
This death has no sting, probably the greatest tree, to ever live here
Quivering hands squeeze, dripping blisters in the night breath, the maul descends
Stone Soup
Gathered from afar, solar storage piled high, destined for the fire
Earthen debris is, the result of the fallen, things once grew skyward
Stump Absorbing Sunlight
Where shadows grow long, yet beams upon unearthed stones, gravity prevails
Barren and alone, efforts severed to touch stars, I am not dead yet.
Snowmelt Ripping Through a Community of Local Boulders
The River Flowing Through a Magnificent Array of Rocks
Water Through the Rocks
Time Disappears
Portrait of the Big Thompson Flowing
Edge of the Fire
Elder of the Forest
Two Trees in the Thick of It
Scraggly Trees
Severed Buddies
“The Place of Wonderment”
Grasses Overtaking the Remains of a Tree
Ice Encrusted Boulder Existing in the Shadows
The Big Thompson Canyon from Round Mountain
Thick Needle Mountain
We visit this place, treading our existence through, stubborn snow resides
Two Massive Conifers Absorbing Final Sunbeams
Boulder Embraced with a Skin of Snowmelt
Teeming Along The Cache Le Poudre River
Hypothermic Boulder Gathering Sunbeams
Cluster of Cacti
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