White Rock Lake

The red bridge beside Garland Road, just south of the Arboretum, is an excellent place for spider webs. It's just a little tricky to get the smartphone aimed and focused right ...

Wish I'd met Mike on a better day. He usually flies with his paraglider on Flag Pole Hill. This flight at Winfrey Point ended up in a tangled mess ...

UNJAUNDICE VISION Only in the shadow Was the yellow light Sufficiently subdued For us to welcome Beauty unforeseen. — Brad Hepp, 2/22/2020 There, now I have tied this to the conversation I was having with a friend when I took the photo. We were pondering how weakness and inadequacy may ...

Today, I met Coco, the friendly lady who maintains these Purple Martin houses. She calls herself the "landlord" of the 24 apartments (on two poles). I'll try to meet her again when there are some baby birds to photograph ...

I was contemplating the metamorphosis of people willing to die to faux prosperity ...

I took a half-mile detour to capture this image on yesterday's long hike, knowing that a poem was brewing. Storms should never be wasted ...

Commentary Last Fall was a revelation. I thought, like a friend had said, that I had "…about covered it all." I had been taking photographs of wild flowers around the lake for several months. Now, everything was beginning to die, to dry up and shrivel. What was left to photograph? ...

Commentary This poem is about judging others harshly, and the need to deal with my lack of grace. "Miserly of grace"
I may be leaning on questionable grammar here. The point is that I am being miserly in my exercise of grace. "That I should blame the flower"
This poem is about ...