Blue

“Don’t go any further,” she shouts into the wind.  The man holds his hand against the baseball cap on his head and smiles, thrusts his other arm out into the wind as if he might make himself into a sail of some sort, lift up off the ground, fly away from her.   He motions for her…

Entering the Caldera

The buffaloes arrive just after the father walks to the river with his camera and the mother and boy sit and eat snacks on a bench near the car. It seems as if all of sudden the buffaloes are there, sauntering with heads swaying, between the cars and up along the sidewalk.  The mother and boy…

The Wolf

I have never seen a wolf.   Not in the wild.  My dad did, once, up north, in the boundary waters.   It was early morning and we kids were all asleep in the tent. He got up to cook fish someone had caught the night before and to smoke cigarettes.   There he was on the rocks…