The Miles Marker

Two weekends ago I was driving to Des Moines, Iowa, and I shot this photo of a barn that is just off of I-80 in Illinois. I usually look for this particular barn whenever I’m on this highway. Needing to leave at around five in the morning to get there on time, I was finally able snap a photo of this barn in the perfect morning light. This barn has always stood out to me. I’ve passed it many times in my travels during my travels to and from the Quad Cities. It was a marker I would always look for – like the time I drove all night for a girl I thought I was in love with – to the drive  I made to meet up with my sisters the night my father passed away.  Most of my friends and family have now since moved out of town, but whenever I’m driving west and I pass that barn, I feel like I’m driving home.



Shot with Fuji X100

Little Bird


As I sat outside the other day
I heard the sound of jets
But there were none to be seen

Which led me to believe that it was you
Little bird
Making all that noise
,Wings outstretched
Manipulating the currents of air
The tips of your feathers
Tearing an invisible rent in the sky
And it got me thinking on the
Properties of light
And its fickle personality

And I began to wonder if
Maybe light was really just a smaller
Bird than you
Knowing the brevity of life
In a rush to see the whole universe
And all we were really seeing
Was a cataclysmic after effect of
Of everything else
Trying to catch up to her