Nashoba was tracking deer along the Wichita River when a snake spooked his horse. Ordinarily he would not have lost his balance, but lately, he…
Tag: Drought
“Where in the world did all those red Cannas go?” asked Aunt Agnes looking out her window. “The ones in the circle flower bed out…
The squall line came in from the west bringing gusts from a rain shield fiercely filling that once empty lake whose murky waters had long…
Now the rain comes in heavy measure from a disgruntled rain god after long years of drought and desecration suffocating the cactus drowning the land…
The ashen forest sits silently waiting – full of dead, brittle trees a place that life has abandoned… A coyote steals across and disappears into its…
The drought began there and lasted, and lasted, and continued to last. The dirt cracked, houses cracked, hearts cracked. Trees died, wildlife died, friendships and…
Dead trees line the sides of streets casting scraggly shadows over the town. Two lakes recede like a withdrawn nightmare – leaving nothing but cracked…
The freezing fog does not come in on little cat feet rather it comes in on the razor’s edge of a hungry coyote’s tooth and…
Sometimes the best shot can be the unexpected one like on a non-eventful Sunday afternoon. The shot, like the view, can change with one’s perspective.…