
The old grey tree
dead yet speaks.
It reaches to the heavens;
it warns us of the fall.
Lovely it may be
yet barren in the sky.

The old grey tree
dead yet speaks.
It reaches to the heavens;
it warns us of the fall.
Lovely it may be
yet barren in the sky.

Out of death
brings a surprising beauty.
Serene and silence surrounds
the old grey trees.
The blue and white of
the water and sky
opens heavens doors.













I’ve been living in this apartment for over twenty years, and this branch has been hanging in front of my bedroom window for at least half that time—ten years. I’m not superstitious, but it is a mysterious looking branch. When I wake up in the morning it is the first thing I see. And when I go to bed and the moon is bright, it is the last thing I see. Well, here’s a poem—Oh Branch.
Oh Branch
Oh, big dead branch.
Will you fall to the ground?
Or will you remain for me
to look at every day?
Why am I so intrigued with you?
Why do you remain from year to year?
Why am I so attracted to you
when I look out my window?
Oh, dead branch,
please go away—or give me a wish today.










These strange-looking trees, an almost flooded creek, and the eerie looking sky makes for an uncommon beautiful scene.

It is amazing how many turtles are in this small lake. They like to crowd together. They seem to be a very social animal (reptile).

All kinds of animals, birds, reptiles and creatures of the sea are being tamed and have been tamed by man, 8 but no man can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison.
James 3:7-8

Diving for supper!

This little guy just loves the spotlight. I have found that chipmunks are not too afraid of humans. They make great pets.

It seems that ducks get along well with turtles.
I know every bird in the mountains,
and the creatures of the field are mine.
12 If I were hungry I would not tell you,
for the world is mine, and all that is in it.
Psalm 50:11-12