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Wednesday, August 20, 2025

Pink Orb


 The perfect pink orb
Zinnias in the sunshine
Bee stinging elbow

Monday, August 18, 2025

Watermelon Slice


 Forest floor small world
Home of beetles and mushrooms
Watermelon slices

Friday, August 15, 2025

Old notebook


 Old pocket notebook
Jottings and thought scribblings
Coffee stained writing block

Wednesday, August 13, 2025

Monday, August 11, 2025

Friday, August 8, 2025

Monday, August 4, 2025

Yeti of Bourbon

 


Yeti of bourbon
La Gloria Cubana happy hour
Traeger smoke in wind

Thursday, July 31, 2025

Fishing Opener


 Fishing Opener
Walleye flotilla on reefs
Rainbow of good luck

Wednesday, May 7, 2025

Wednesday, April 30, 2025

Charlie Brown’s Kite

Spring sky kite flying

Baby shark doo doo da doo

Charlie Brown’s lost kite

 





Tuesday, April 15, 2025

Every Grocery Cart

My grocery cart

Squeaky wobbly front wheel

Clean up aisle seven


Every shopping cart 

In this grocery store

            Wheels that wobble

               Wheels that squeak

An olive jar

High up on the shelf

       Met it’s match

               With Newton’s gravity




Sunday, April 13, 2025

Thursday, April 10, 2025

Tuesday, April 8, 2025

Sunday, April 6, 2025

Ursa Karhu

Little bear chases

Big bear circling each night

Satellites streak through 






Wednesday, April 2, 2025

Monday, March 31, 2025

Sunday, March 30, 2025

Wednesday, March 26, 2025

Monday, March 24, 2025

Friday, March 21, 2025

Campfire

 Orange embers glowing

Flames tickling pine smoke rising

Chili in the pot



World Poetry Day 

Night’s Darkness

Night’s silent darkness

Heavens reveal twinkling stars

Aurora shimmers

 


Wednesday, March 19, 2025

Charlotte’s Home

Silky web black hole

Tree stump cavity netting

Charlotte’s summer home


 

Monday, March 17, 2025

Angel Aurora

Aurora floating high

Shimmering neon colors

Angel in the sky


 



MN Vikings Haiku

Pre season trading

Superbowl contenders

Rodgers in purple

 



Images borrowed from the googles

Saturday, March 15, 2025

Metro Abbesses

Screeching Metro train

Bounding tunnels of blackness

Lone man serenade



Thursday, March 13, 2025

Bear Hop

Ursa Minor brew

Ice cold and refreshing beer

India Pale Ale

Distant sky blue horizon

Lake Superior cage view

 


Monday, March 10, 2025

The Old Dock

Old sun weathered dock

Memories of summers past

Crippling wind and waves



 

Saturday, March 8, 2025

Eagles to Soar

 Rising mist signals damp chill air
Lake gently caressing granite shore
Cedar and pine scents wafting winds share
Sun’s rising warmth beacons Eagles to soar



Tuesday, March 4, 2025

Gunmetal Flight

 Low gunmetal clouds
Blanketing the horizon
Gull taking late flight



Saturday, February 22, 2025

Cribbage

 There’s a fifteen two
Fifteen four a pair makes six
Now I have you skunked






Thursday, February 20, 2025

Friday, August 9, 2024

Retirement Walkabout



 

 



It’s been two months and two weeks since I retired from the cube farm.  Thus far it’s been quite awesome.  I have my lawn mowed before noon.  I shop with my fellow whiteheads for groceries.  Odd to see so many non whitehead club members shopping on our time.  Everything is at a slower less harried pace.  The cashier at Cub chats with each customer as though we’ve all known each other for years.  


I’ve formulated new schedules and noticed some things.  Rather than waking up at 6 am each morning; I’m now embracing the day between 7 and 8 am.  My new daily routine is going on walkabouts each morning between 8:30 and 9 am.  Afterwards, coffee out on the deck basking in the shade of the table umbrella.


Interesting to see other people have similar schedules.  I expected to see more whiteheads out and about.  But so far its a 50/50 mix of white/blue rinse heads and 20-50 something’s.  Are they working or hardly working and slacking off while “working” from home?   


I came across yet another construction site along my 5 mile walk this morning.  The crew were napping.  I thought about using the construction equipment.  But the crew is not around to operate the crane to get me up off the ground.






One of the coyotes at the Mill Pond seems to be sleeping late into the morning.  They’re easy to sneak up on, they can’t get away, they have no legs.  They too are slacking off on their duties to keep the hoard of geese away from contributing tons of goose poop all over the park.  






By 10 am the Rotten Ronny McDonny’s  drive thru is lined up with 11 cars waiting to order McSlop.  From Ronny McDonnys past LifeTime Fitness I see all kinds of Rotten Ronny’s wrappers, cups and bags adorning the gutters and boulevard.  A testament of the Ronny McDonny patrons.


Walking across the pedestrian bridge over 169, I pass Elm Creek Brewery, I could go for a beer this time of morning.  Sadly, they open at noon.  Ahead from the bridge I hear the young screams and laughter from Kindercare.  From the bridge, you look down into their outdoor compound. It’s a riot of kidlets running around, riding tricycles into each other.  Theres a splash pad, one kidlet is wearing a plastic sand bucket asa helmet.  Another sprays the adult Kindercare warden.  It’s complete pandemonium and chaos that makes me smile.  






Caribou Coffee has weak iced tea.  Just Love Coffee has better iced tea.  And their sandwiches are made with waffle bread!  Both are busy with a mix of generations.  Some working, some visiting, some meeting discussing business.


Heading into Target to pick up some items, I hear a police siren heading north on 169.  As the sirened squad car heads north, from the woodlot south of Target near the dental office, there’s a chorus of coyotes howling in unison with the squad car.  To add more irony, I spot a 1970 Plymouth Roadrunner in the parking lot.  I hurry into Target in fear of an Acme Anvil falling on me.


The remaining half mile from Target to home is uneventful and alone.  Except for the mail truck delivering mail and a man walking his  Rottweiler.  The Rottie is big and muscular.  Clenched in it’s jaws is his “stick”, a four foot long tree branch the diameter of Folgers 3 pound coffee can.  I say, “thats quite the stick he found!”   He replied he would not leave without it.  What a good dog.


 I look forward to tomorrow’s walkabout.