Hunter Moon haiku

Bright accuser shining through skylight — nowhere to hide. Dry leaves rustle under Hunter Moon owl’s silent wings The first image I took last night.  The second image is, “Owl Hunt,” by Sophieeves90

Michigan Tribes in the News (10/20/21) — Turtle Talk

Toward Freedom: Photo Essay: Indigenous Struggle Against Enbridge Lines 3 and 5 UP Matters: Providing “Hope Not Handcuffs” at the Bay Mills Police Department UP Matters: Bay Mills President Whitney Gravelle shares the impact of intergenerational trauma on addiction UP Matters: Preventing addiction using a cultural approach in Native communities Peninsula Press: Indigenous groups demand […]…

Doodads — pumpkins by day, moons and tree silhouettes by night

Yesterday I visited my favorite farmer and bought this and that. The pumpkin harvest is in. They were selling empty crates for $5 but I had no way to get them home. The crates would be perfect for composting. Two nights ago I went outside just as darkness was falling.  The moon has been so…

Winona LaDuke: Line 3 opponents can savor this defeat — Rise Up Times

IMPORTANT TO READ “Uncertainty about Line 3 caused by Indigenous people and water protectors encouraged massive divestment from the tar sands by non-Canadian investors. Everybody from Shell Oil to the Koch brothers bailed out. Last month, my alma mater, Harvard University, began divestment of fossil fuels. Harvard wouldn’t even divest from South Africa, those stubborn…

Nature’s Supreme Design — Micro of the Macro

Please take a few minutes of your time to see gorgeous pieces of our planet and to read an outstanding essay about how precious our Dear Mother Earth really is. Our cousins, the plant kingdom, are even more amazing than we realized. Is it your facethat adorns the garden?Is it your fragrancethat intoxicates this garden?…

September photos and haiku series, dVerse — OLN

chamomile drowsessleepy in September’s sunwinter’s bedtime tea paper monumentto wasp ingenuitysoon vacant castle purple crepe awaitsseeking guidance from heavenSol’s opening nod us pine trees critterswith fuzzy green needled furwe wiggle in wind September late sproutsmake haste to shine like their kinbright tiny starlets bowed like old womenfading congregation prayswarm afternoon sun strawberry plants bloomheedless of…

Doodads — photos and poems

More pics from this week.  The rain has brought out the fungi.  The bike trails are lovely at this time of year.  The pear tree is both a tease and a traitor. moon falls from the sky, lands in the tall grass, and cracks — patient, she rises, healed Ms. Pac Man’s hunting easier to…