The Lake in Winter

Elizabeth, Peter and I wanted to get down to the Beach on Lake Michigan while she was here. So we (E and I) both took the opportunity to take some photos and videos. She is a much better artist and photographer than I am, but I keep trying. Keveen gave me an adobe video editor a while back and I've been working with a few new effects and discovered several advantages to it; so I keep working and experimenting and one of these days I may come up with something that might be halfway good. I have to find out how to get better quality when I upload. I want the images to be sharper and a bit more like they look to me when I view them. I uploaded to photobucket as an experiment and I hope it fits in my blog space. I also wish I had a better video recorder and a better camera--no time soon for this kid.

It was a beautiful day and something of the color of the afternoon does come through. Again, my music is not the greatest but I don't have to worry about copyright violations!

Drawings at a coffee shop

My daughter is home for the holidays and as we are wont to do, we spend a bit of time in a coffee shop, sometimes chatting, sometimes on the net, and sometimes sitting and doing creative projects. This is a great blessing. When I was in the Emirates we would chat for hours by Gmail or Skype but it wasn't quite the same as this. At any rate, these are a couple of the doodles that I did while we sat drinking coffee at Barnes&Nobles.

The last one of these three is a kind of representation of my daughter.

ESL Holiday Party 2010

Winter's Garden

There are roses made of Ice

...growing in my garden

......my cold, white garden;

and crystalline trees shedding

...snowflakes like cherry blossoms

......on my marble angels

.........half buried in the snow.



There is hoary sage and frosted thyme

...growing in my garden

......my bitter, frozen garden;

where the arctic fox

...is catching the albino hare

......on the tundra

.........that is buried beneath the snow.



There are pallid goddesses

...singing in my chalky, misted garden

......my chilly, winter garden;

where sons and daughters walk in coats

...trying to remember

......trying hard to remember—

.........what is buried in the snow.