Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

I remember a broken rabit-hut behind the Idle Hour.  This winter snapshot from a trailways bus just missed it; it's up the trail a ways past a frozen spring.   There it is after these many years, full of ghosts, abandoned, screen door leading to the empty porch.

There’s nothing to it, actually. One simply hangs around a few different time zones, and all things even out. From the Airport Train Just South of Santa Fe

Screaming down the highway in the soaking sun, Clouds streaking, winds snapping, Summer on the run. Trail Ridge Road, Colorado

A cruel knife sliced up the time and I was lost between the molecules of days I know what lives within those empty spaces I do know those variegated streams that swirl and play and roar through dreams The grainy stuff of life A black stained road A colored mist Thin cotton curtains on the flyspecked window pane A mountain aster in the early morning rain Long ago I saw that very flower Wild in a well of painted dreams     South of Steamboat Springs in Early Afternoon South of Steamboat Springs in LateAfternoon