Friday, August 26, 2005

On the Way to a New "Us"

I Know, Jeff, I Know

Just Kiss Me You Fool

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Seriously, Are You Serious?

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Sorry Boys, I Gotta See About a Girl

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Two-Headed Beast (with stick)

Never Been Loved Like That

The Santa Claws

Friday, August 19, 2005

Hands Full

Augury of Innocence

My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still.
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples; I am drowsing off.
I cannot shake the shimmer from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the water-trough,
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.

His Uncle's Talent

Baby on the Hip Never Looked So Good

Cute Cheerleaders

Annamae's Heir

Sun's Always Shining

Me and Z

Joel's Bliss

Mountains of Santa Fe

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Captain and First Mate

My Little Gypsy Dog

Monday, August 08, 2005

Good Puppies, Now Don't Move

Sunday, August 07, 2005

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it's queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.