A beautiful Mississippi sunset deserves a haiku.

Even the most mundane things can be magic when you love to travel, like wet streets and traffic a chilly, rainy evening in Aberdeen.

A footprint, a feather and a leaf, about to be swept away. Remembering my brother in a haiku.

Hummingbirds work hard. They do what needs to be done.

A not-Cajun sandwich on a flight from Paris to London.

Haiku born of people-watching at a nightclub.

treehouse afternoonsendless summer daydreaming ~limitless future

A person could love Weetabix in that way you love the familiar, the comforting, the stuff of childhood, the stuff your mother made you eat until you forgot your first reaction to it and it became a welcome part of your everyday life and then later, the fabric of childhood memories and the feeling that all that is right with the world.

Extraordinary architecture and skies in the La Defense section of Paris.

Haiku inspired by a coming storm in the Colorado Rockies.

A video and photos of an unexpected Memorial Day weekend snowstorm in central Colorado, and a haiku to capture the feeling.

Something in this Food & Wine magazine will be on our table this weekend during our quiet time in the mountains of Colorado.

I wrote the haiku below a couple of years ago, after visiting Notre Dame on a business trip just a few weeks after my Dad died. Like so many people all around the world, I’m heartbroken about today’s fire that so badly damaged this beloved […]

The orange tree reminds us that spring is here, even though it is cold and wet.

A deepening interest in photography and following certain blogs has me seeing things differently these days.

Edinburgh colors “pop” when the skies turn blue and the sun comes out, thus a haiku.