spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
It’s been winter cold, though not extremely so, which means shorter jaunts outside… particularly when the wind is blowing. A quick walk down the beach to shoot a few photos, face/hands/legs numb, but it was worth it! Stay warm! tara caribou | ©2023 all… Continue Reading “Icy Cold”
In a world of sticks and stones, wet and cold, wild, untamable, unreachable yet available, always ready, teachable moments, A strand of bull kelp lies helpless on the sand, a gull’s stern look, thirty-seven King Salmon circling in the fish wheel, we release twenty-five… Continue Reading “Wild Untamable Moments”
in the far reachesin the arid desert \of the soul/a whipping wind rises and fallsmoving grains of sand with little efforthardly barrenthere is life -though sparse-which takes refuge here or therea lone cry rises in the ear of a desert fox kitand suddenlywe know… Continue Reading “What’s Real, Though?”
Art Consignments in Ninilchik, Alaska
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