A Strange Dance


I was always the one being pursued. Maybe I should have developed my skills at evasion, so I could have had more time free from the clutches of others. Because now I find myself as the pursuer. I am now the hunter, and I must learn new skills. I have seen a sight so beautiful I can not resist. I want more than anything to track, find and hold her.

Don Foster’s Obituary


Uncle Don (Donald McEachron Foster) died peacefully at Mercy Hospital Southwest in Bakersfield, CA on August 12, 2013. He was 87 years old.

The Signature


A poem I wrote for my dear friends Akka and Clara who were married on Aug 23, 2013

Sandy at Nyack Boat Club


Hurricane Sandy was a “perfect storm” and surprised most people in the damage it caused.

Here is a short video at the Nyack Boat Club of one of the many boats that broke loose from its mooring.

Monument Valley


Twice every day at Monument Valley there is a modern day sun ritual where people watch the sun rise in the morning and set at night. Despite the touristy atmosphere in general, those who get up before 5am just to watch the morning sky over the three iconic buttes show a great reverence to Mother […]



I wish I could be in the present moment as much as Ginger, who often sits as if she were a little Buddha.

Intoxicated by Love

By Hafiz Because of your love I have lost my sobriety I am intoxicated by the madness of love In this fog I have become a stranger to myself I’m so drunk I’ve lost the way to my house In the garden I see only your face From trees and blossoms I inhale only your […]