where’s the black stick i can use to start lifting these off the top of the pile, one after another, while my younger brother cries because he’s no good at this game? does pick up sticks even still exist? i hope so. younger brothers need to be taught a lesson.
dried autumn prairie grass stems
rice creek regional trail, saint paul, minnesota
wreath of boxelder seeds in winter
striped beach rocks in a well behaved line
it is too cold to safely walk the the dog, and besides i have been distracted with gathering materials for my pitch to target next week, so i have turned to my beloved collections for my daily nature inspiration. do any of you collect egg shaped beach rocks? i love finding them. if you ever happen upon a makeshift sand-nest on a beach filled with baby beach stone dinosaur eggs, you’ll know i was there. my signature graffiti.
nest with beach rock eggs
rocks from lake superior, nest from saint paul, minnesota
this coyote on the side of the road was completely intact and peaceful looking. the violence of his end could only be guessed by the awkwardness of his slightly twisted posture. i like this image of his rear feet, casually crossed, as if taking his leisure where all his striving finally came to rest.
saint anthony village, minneapolis, minnesota