Friday, October 13, 2017

Phase Changes

I'm transitioning off coal starting tomorrow.

Tuesday, October 03, 2017


Yeah, well. This is spooky, isn't it?

Or maybe it thinks we are, and some of us are.

That's why I hide in the bushes when I hear you coming.

Sunday, October 01, 2017

Bay Attacks

Not that common anymore, but possible.

Get a guy wound up, stick his face on a poster, add a bunny, and something could happen.

But what is a bay attack? Maybe the bunny knows. Will get back to you if I find out.

Friday, September 29, 2017

Sad Shack

Purcell Pavilion had a bad day yesterday.

For Purcell, every day is a bad day. Likely tomorrow will be too.

Be glad that at least you are a happy color.

Wednesday, September 27, 2017


Plural of plint, I guess, but what is a plint, and does it hurt?

Maybe if a person tries eating it.

You first.

Wednesday, September 06, 2017

Sometimes A Day Without Direction

Sometimes it's like that, some days are. You get one and then...what?


Just wait for tomorrow.

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Remembering You

As if I wanted to, Winter.

Go, go, go away. Come again another day.

After I move, leaving no forwarding address, eh?

Sunday, August 27, 2017


I stop and think: Is this who I am? Is this what I want? Is this what I should do?

Then I have another beer. I don't give a damn hoot. Not really.

Friday, August 25, 2017

Two Peckers

Appeared on a door.

And that's the story so far.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017


Ungh! Ungh!

Want results? Keep trying.

Monday, August 21, 2017

Nailed It!

To The Wall.

But then it broke free. Blue.

Friday, August 18, 2017


If you're not going to share your smokes.

Then beat it.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017


What you see?

Or what you don't even look for?

Saturday, July 01, 2017


It's like a state of mind.

Not at all like most of Montana.

The other state.

Thursday, June 29, 2017

Bog Log

This is another one of those things you never expected to get for Xmas.

And maybe you didn't.

Maybe I really didn't either. Maybe I misread the tag. That could be it.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Bog Hole

I seem to have a fixation with bogs.

Can bogs have holes? Wouldn't the water run out? What about all the little skittery critters? Wouldn't they go down the drain too?

We may never know unless you go and have a look. No, you go.

Sunday, June 25, 2017


OK, there's a word that gets your attention.

(Now what am I supposed to say?)


Friday, June 23, 2017


Good word, berm.

I wonder what it means, and if it really has anything to do with pigs.

Wednesday, June 21, 2017


This has nothing to do with bears.

Unless you know where a bear is, where one isn't, and want to know how to get from the one place to the other. But do you need a compass for that?

Maybe you do. Me, no, not so much. Not at all, come to think of it.

Monday, June 19, 2017

Bear Encounter

Not always terrifying.

Not all bears are furry backcountry grunting bush sniffers.

Sometimes you learn stuff.

Saturday, June 17, 2017


Life's a beach, right?

And then you die, right?

And then what? No one ever goes there.

Thursday, June 15, 2017


Sometimes, in some places, some things happen.

Like in space, where no one can hear you scream.

I scream, you scream, we all scream for rats. In the bayou. Or something.

Rats are not really all that bad. Really. Bayous — well... Maybe I can get back to you on that.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017


Some are like this, some are not.

Well, most are not.

Not what?

Whatever, OK?

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Attractive Nuisance

Well, nuisance, anyway.

I'll let you decide what's attractive.

Friday, June 09, 2017


If it's only a spect, then maybe it don't mean much.

Unless you're driving at night, in summer, in Minnesota, and then you gets millions of spects, not just a spect, and they're all over your windshield.

That's life, such as it is, in some places.

Wednesday, June 07, 2017


Yeah, well, "apex" has many meanings.

Especially among my relatives and former co-workers.

Did you realize that you can spell that as cow orkers? Seems more appropriate that way, don't it?

Thursday, June 01, 2017

Animal Unit

If I were a duck, I'd probably never bang my forhead.

And anyhow, really — I wouldn't even have one, would I? And I'd be a nice brightcolor, able to count up to one.

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Little Bitties

Amelia added ants to Andy's pants.

And then discreetly watched the fun unfold.

So bold.

Sunday, May 28, 2017

Pointy Top

If I were to paint a mountain, first I'd pick a nice wall for it.

And then put so fine a point on it.

Friday, May 26, 2017


I looked through my window today, but the outside is closed.

I guess the sky fell overnight or something.

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Time For Some Fluxion

Mom told me to clean my room, I think.

But I couldn't hear her too well because of the gasping. Oh, Mom. Always so much drama.

Friday, March 31, 2017

Happiness Is

Something fugitive, uncertain, fleeting.

But if you're a rock, then having two birdspot eyes is maybe enough.

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Sun On The Rocks

Sun on the rocks, like wet on water.

So close they're almost touching.

Monday, March 20, 2017

So Far

So far, so distant, so cool.

So what?

Wednesday, March 15, 2017


Wouldn't you expect it here, in the sun, in the wet?

But would you expect it to be so...fresh?

Friday, March 10, 2017


Wrap yourself. Wrap tightly.

Then be clean in your fresh snowskin.

Tuesday, March 07, 2017


Put them together and what do you get?

Two leafs, same as you started with.

Saturday, March 04, 2017

Toothy Grin

The mountains have a secret.

Somewhere behind that toothy grin.

Wednesday, March 01, 2017

Bunny Pants

See a bunny? See any pants?

See what I mean? (Don't get too close just yet.)

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Sky Says Bye

Winging its way from here to there.

The sky says "Bye!"

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Ridges On Ridges

From here to forever.

Asking endlessly receding questions.