About Mike

Old guy, retired, and perhaps burned out and mistrusting in general. Married 47 years, intuitive, passionate, and thirsting for meaning. College educated, sometimes very stupid, moments of clarity.

Snow Marshmallow

Spring is imminent and winter will move on but not before leaving an image or two.


Winter Field

It is here that the ghost of my dog waits for me. All the years spent walking and exploring. What was so joyful then is now a holding place, as she looks for me, and yearns for me. All the while I reminisce, longingly, desperately, lovingly.