Unplanned Cat Art
Some days art just happens. It requires almost no effort - you just simply show up and it happens. And when it comes to photographing cats, well, that's the only way art happens. Anything else is just a struggle with mediocre results. I have...
Two Miles in Kansas
I went for a two mile walk in Kansas last Fall. Join me in reliving it?
The Night Life of Guinea Fowl
She's just a little creepy scary, right? Prehistoric. Primordial. She is a Guinea hen. Guineas are a favorite of mine — much to the chagrin of everyone who lives here. Guineas are all extroverts and this ranch is filled with introverts....
Love is Red
It never ceases to amaze me — the connection between women and horses. This photo was made in Montana two years ago. It was early, early morning. The girl in the image is a real cowgirl. She works with horses for a living — and by living, I...
Unhinged
Hinges don’t mean a thing, until they break.
Be a Better Procrastinator
If you can’t beat it, embrace it. Here’s a poem on the perks of procrastination.
The Prince Behind Me
On January 18, 2014 I wrote this poem wishing for my Prince. On November 22, 2014, a horse named Prince arrived in my round pen.
Making Peace With the Bees
When no one lived at the ranch, the ground bees took over the front yard — it felt so menacing to go over there to do chores. It inspired this poem.
Snake River, Wyoming
This image was made on August 19, 2013. Snake River bend is one of the most photographed places on earth. I was very much looking forward to my moment to photograph it. Now, being a photographer, my fantasy was to photograph it sunset as the...
The Guardian
To most dogs, a chicken is food. Not to a livestock guardian dog (LGD), however. These unique beings have accepted the covenant of watching over flocks and herds. They are the protectors of what others would kill — of what they, themselves,...
Michael’s Tears
This poem was published in Kansas City Voices in 2015.
Joy
Joy is a commissioned piece of digital art that is also available for sale as a metallic print.
Junk
In this short story, best friends Bill and Jim and owners of Packwood Junk Yard, refuse to be put “out to pasture.”