When I dreamed, in childhood, of living in a beautiful forest, surrounded by lush green mosses, elegant ferns, and tall trees, and little animals sharing their home with me, I didn't imagine it with long, rainy winters, or a freeway a mile or less through the woods. I never considered that small possums might make regular seasonal invasions of my house, or that I would find raccoons in my kitchen, dragging off bags of cat-food, or that I would ever be chasing a little squirrel leaping through... Sign in to see full entry.
The lights, at night, drew a storm of life-- moths, of course, of many species, and just about any kind of winged insect... We borrowed the long-handled nets from the biology labs, and swept the frenetic clouds, just to see what we could get. Aiming for any individual creature was pointless-- they moved too fast to see what anything was, and one sweep of the net could not capture just one anything anyway. So we swooshed the nets through the storm, and then sorted out what we'd caught. Once, I... Sign in to see full entry.
Heavy as hot wet flannel, every breath... I hate to sit or move in this August afternoon. Sticky-damp, clothes cling, a drag against ambition. Birds, lethargic, sing only if they must, fly ghostlike if at all. Cicadas ratchet on and on-- maddeningly constant, and mosquitos whine or strike unheard, the devils! Roses overblown and bright, relishing this tropic season, exude aromas heavy and too sweet. I languish, scowling, discontent and longing for the night-- for sleeping cool and waking to a... Sign in to see full entry.
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and have been having fun setting up my own jungle gym and teeter-totter and swings and slides and go-round thingy... It's here: http://360.yahoo.com/my_profile.html;_ylt=AgwAgBlMs9POaWOfhz97Lk.0AOJ3 Sign in to see full entry.
September 1, 1939 by W. H. Auden I sit in one of the dives On Fifty-second Street Uncertain and afraid As the clever hopes expire Of a low dishonest decade: Waves of anger and fear Circulate over the bright And darkened lands of the earth, Obsessing our private lives; The unmentionable odour of death Offends the September night. Accurate scholarship can Unearth the whole offence From Luther until now That has driven a culture mad, Find what occurred at Linz, What huge imago made A psychopathic... Sign in to see full entry.
Do you remember the river photos I posted last winter, of the wild, muddy, flooding waters? Well, this is how they look in July... Here are my favorite shots from a couple of days ago. I hope they help cool you off, everyone in the parts of the world currently on slow-roast. Sign in to see full entry.
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Until yesterday, I never had. But I woke up, after a restless night, just in time to see a pink sky outside... I threw on clothes, grabbed the camera and headed out the door. At the nearby airport, I parked the car and spent half an hour capturing the sky. It was full of clouds of a peculiar nature, and they ranged from orange to every shade and tone of pink. The sun itself was about 15 minutes from coming over the the horizon, and Mt Rainier was a ghost, backlit with fire. And in the sky behind... Sign in to see full entry.