“Puzzle Posed by a Rainbow”

Puzzle Posed by a Rainbow


One of life’s greatest puzzles is how two
can walk a beach together and change the sky,
make appear a spectrum across the blue
Yet leave not a trace for a passerby
no tracks in the sand beyond the next tide
yet leave such deep marks on each other’s heart.
Deep memories that leave them satisfied or build a yearning for new ones to start Them on the path to the rest of their lives.


© 2019 William Bache Brown

” ’41 Plymouth”



’41 Plymouth

Searching for a book, my eye wandered
to the shelf below old time radio,
long unlistened to episodes on tape –
The Shadow, The Great Gildersleeve, Red Skelton –
where the forty-one Plymouth model is parked, 
true treasure of my diecast collection,
but for the black twin’s missing right headlight
When, I wondered, did that happen, and how?
Was it the victim of a hit and run
by my grandson’s rough taboo make-believe?
Defaced perhaps in a hurried dusting?
Or my own careless photo shooting practice?

My mind shifted into reverse and backed up
to a crisp North Dakota autumn day,
Grandad walking a cornfield diagonal,
I coaxing the Plymouth corner to corner 
he hunting pheasant, I hunting whatever 
a fourteen-year-old boy learning to drive
hunts – freedom, girls, his buddies’ regard,
Grandad’s arthritic hip impeding his steps,
my over-eager clutch foot impeding mine.

Was it the game he pursued kept him going,
or the game he played with time, still trying
to feel useful, still feeling important
at seeing the feigned smiles on our faces
as we ate roasted pheasant we hated
for its dryness, for its buckshot left behind,
for its pin-feathers not fully removed?

When again have I been as determined to learn
anything through the rhythm of failure,
ease the gas pedal, glide the clutch, kill the engine,
gas-clutch-stall, gas-clutch-rev, gas-clutch jerk forward
wanting the freedom wheels could give me,
but wanting too to be at the opposite corner to pick him up
not wanting him to know I could not master this skill,
not knowing he knew what that mastering meant.

His slowness aided my lack of skill in the clutch,
his lack of crony companions as determined
as he not to give up this vestige of manhood,
shot-gun in hand in search of a pheasant 
who has done nothing but scratch out a living
to give his hunting final meaning.

Or was the meaning for him not the game
but the hunt itself or perhaps an excuse 
to teach his grandson to drive, an impulse
I understand now that my owngrandson,
much too young to learn to drive, but needing
so much learning only a grandfather
can give, not out of any deficiency
of his father but simply by the fact
there are things only a grandpa can teach,
memories only a grandpa can leave.


© 2013 William Bache Brown

Poem -


The Stillness of Movement

Stillness is what creates love; movement is what creates life.
To be still yet still moving –
That is everything.

Du Hyun Choe, Japanese Master


If stillness creates love, my stillness 
is you. Yet if its movement creates life. 
Your motion and flow gives my life its breath.

To be still by you wherever we are
is yet still to be moving together
to something bigger than we can be apart

that for us while still moving toward each other
is moving still toward all that matters.

© 2014 William Bache Brown






























































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Award Received for Juried Show Entry

“Waiting for Relief”

awarded ribbon at Summer Sizzle show 


Two exciting happenings to bring you up to date on. First, the juror awarded my piece entitled Waiting for Relief  with the only Honorable Mention in the recent “Summer Sizzle” show at the Depot Art Gallery. Second, I have been asked to show my work in October as the Artist of the Month at the Depot Art Gallery. It does not mean that I will have the gallery all to myself, but it does mean I will have a whole wall devoted exclusively to my pictures. I will be showing a variety of work that I hope will show my versatility with a camera and in developing pictures with the aid of a computer and that will illustrate my artistic intent as I express it in the artist’s statement accompanying the display. More about that next week.


Ordinarily Artist of the Month would mean that a wall of the depot would be devoted to my work for the entire month.  However, because the floors in the room where my work will hang are being refinished, my exhibit will not begin until October 11, when it will coincide with the beginning of the  “Spice of Life Show”. There will be a reception on Friday October 12 from 5:30 to 8:00 pm.  I hope you can attend to see what promises to be a very exciting show – and while you are there view my Artist of the Month display. 
If you cannot make it for the reception, regular gallery hours are 10 am to 5 pm Tuesday through Saturday and 11 to 4 on Sunday..  The Depot Art Gallery is always closed on Mondays. The Depot Art Gallery is located at 2069 West Powers in downtown Littleton (That’s just north of the old Court House and the Buck Recreation Center). As always, there is no admission charge, and all art in the show is for sale.
Hope to see you there.

New Shots of Wild Horses

      Had a wonderful experience at the Great Escape Mustang Sanctuary a short while ago, resulting in several good shots. Please see three of them in the Latest Work gallery.  The Great Escape Mustang Sanctuary is near Deer Trail, Colorado, just north of Kiowa. I was there as part of a class put on by Mike’s Camera and presented by instructor Joe Klocek of Mike’s. Kudos to Joe and manager Scott Dougherty for putting on such a fine event. To see my pix from that shoot and others please click here.

      If you are a horse lover or would like to learn more about the rescue effort for mustangs (and what to have a good time too) click here.

A Pilgrimage to Israel

I recently had the great good fortune to travel to Israel where I not only snapped all the memory jogging pictures I could but also tried to capture as many images as I could of scenes and objects that lent themselves to more artistic rendering than travel snapshots can. When I make pictures I strive to depict the beauty that God has built into his creation because that is the reality of his creation. It is appropriate sometimes, however, to also show a not so beautiful side of the world. That side is the result of what we as humans do to the creation we have been given to live in. I’m not talking here about the way we trash the planet, or how we sometimes don’t take care of it as we should. Although those things will appear too. What I am talking about here are the things we do to each other.

For instance, one of the most peaceful places I have ever been to is the Sea of Galilee at day break as the sun slowly emerges on the eastern side over the hills known as the Golan Heights in Jordan. The mornings I was there, the sun arose as a brilliant ball that cast a shimmering streak on the water reaching almost all the way across the lake. It was a stunning opportunity to photograph one of the most potent reminders of God’s goodness in his creation for us of this world we live in, this place that is exactly how warm it needs to be for us to survive and thrive, this place where there is air and water and animal and plant life to sustain us. And then there is the sheer beauty of it to sustain us spiritually. 

I did my best, those three mornings I arose early, to capture it all with my camera. The sun was magnificent and provided many shots of blazing orange light and reflections off the water of another kind of brilliance. And as I surveyed the rocks that line the shore for other opportunities I found a feral mother cat nursing her four or five kittens. That moment became one of the highlights of the trip for me. That is not to diminish any of the the marvelous places we visited, all the holy places that figure into the life of Jesus, but some how that momma kitty summarized the nurturing spirit of salvation history.

There was, however, another part of reality that intruded itself on the scene. Further down the beach were the rolls of razor wire that one sees all too often in Israel. I will not try to sum,sun risemarize here all the political, social, and, even religious implications in that razor wire. That is perhaps for another time. But I did photograph it. And even that wire has a kind of beauty to it as the sun glints off its barbs.  To see those pictures – the sunrise, the momma kitty, and the razor wire – plus a lot more of that marvelous place we call the holy land. Please go to the photography page of this web site.

Lucian Wurhmwuhd returns, sort of

Finally after all these weeks I am able to make the big announcement I’ve promised. When I originally posted that a big announcement would be coming soon, I thought I had all the Ts crossed and the I’s dotted; but as it turned out I made my promise prematurely.  You can rest assured that I have been working behind the scenes to bring off a major coup, at least in terms of who it involves.

I have been in negotiations with my old friend Lucian Wurhmwuhd to make available again his award winning book The Day the EPA Went Down: a novel of evil, redemption, and exploding chili. And there is a chance (drum roll please) I may have convinced him that writing an occasional piece on my website will not blow his cover, will not cause harm to his reclusivity, will not in any way interfere with the privacy he so dearly treasures. I am hoping that maybe in the next several months I may be able to coax him to become just a little bit more public.  It’s a stretch, but both he and I are more aware of how much closer we are to the finish line, and I’m going to leverage that awareness to try to get him to give just a bit of himself to his adoring public.

Bottom line – Lucian has agreed to make autographed copies of The Day the EPA Went Down: a novel of evil, redemption, and exploding chili, available on amazon.com. In fact that is a fait accompli. When you go to Amazon, either through the link here on BillBacheBrown.com or by googling  The Day the EPA Went Down, you will find a few used copies pop up. Be sure to hit the “All Buying Options” button and scroll down to my listing to get the autographed copy.

Here is the last known photo of Lucy, as his few friends affectionately know him.

Last photo of Lucian

I call this to your attention in the hope that among you is someone, somewhere who may have a clue as to where Lucian is. He and I have been in sporadic communication over the last few years by cell phone, but not being some kind of government agency myself I do not have the resources to triangulate his signals to try to find him.

I finally convinced Lucy that the time is right to reintroduce to a whole new generation his masterpiece on the dangers of bureaucracy. The presidential election certainly has brought to attention the debate once again of whether government is the solution to our problems or perhaps the cause of most of them. That new generation I refer to does not even know how intimately associated with the Clinton scandals Lucy’s book was. That association is a topic all of its own and one I hope to have Wurhmwuhd write about himself here in the near future. And more specifically, the EPA itself has come under closer scrutiny for its bungling of clean-up projects in Colorado and other places in which the agency that is charge with protecting the environment has been a major polluter. I’m sure Lucy Wurhmwuhd will want to share with yours thoughts about the crazy science behind some that agency’s policies and pronouncements.

Watch this space for Lucian Wurhmwuhd to re-enter the fray.

Photos Chosen for Juried Show

My art has been juried into the 33rd Annual Depot Art Gallery’s All Colorado Show. My photo entitled Hydrant has been selected for the Littleton Depot Art Gallery show to be displayed during August 2016.

The Littleton Depot Art Gallery,

2069 W. Powers Ave. Littleton, CO 

Open Tues through Sat 10a – 5p, and Sunday from 11a – 4pm
Holidays: Closed 
2069 W. Powers Ave. Littleton, CO 80120 USA