the hutch
Two herons fly from close to water , at least one goes up over the red covered bridge. Fifty degree temperatures and bright sun. Nice day for visiting. Dead trout under the foot bridge at 12 marker, but that’s just water over the dam. Come to think of it, one of the fishermen was casting upstream at the [...]
Just fine. Just the way I found them. Just as they are.
First you refold and wrap up the day in its original packing as best you can. You find the receipt. You put the day and the receipt back into a bag. You drive or walk back to the Day Store. You search for a cashier in the Daily Returns department; there is almost no one to [...]
Where is the Sphinx? He must be satisfied.
Seamless, sensuous Brancusi. Clean, clean work.
As for the Heron Report: Wednesday: Why is this a man walking with a raggedy toothbrush sticking out of the breast pocket of his shirt-jacket? I want to ask him why he carries such a thing around; do not dare [...]
The sugar plum fairy is getting to my sweet tooth.
Swollen to twice its normal size Sunday and Monday and racing fast, the creek was rushing less this morning as sleet began to develop.
On Sunday two ducks were joyriding the currents at the stone bridge and the word must have spread because next [...]
What good is a camera left at home and a pen without paper?
Go ahead. Make me. Force me to use whatever means necessary - in this case, the left palm - to capture the moment.
Brief recap:
Wednesday: warm and wet. The birds and the geese were all flapping, fluttering and flying.
Yesterday: dull and dreary; the night: drenching.
Finally Friday: beginning [...]
A pair of sketches for today: one a memory sketch of Jedi and the other of a decorated tree from the park this morning. Yes, the tree was leaning a little left!
Is this the visual equivalent of hearing voices? I’m walking and seeing faces in the bits and blotches of snow left from Saturday night. Not quite the same.
One person on the trail, who is Terry, who runs in black and powder blue. Who is greeting on the run:
“Cold enough for ya?” asks [...]
The landscape contains five hardbound books with the number 64 written underneath across the pages. And, three paperbacks with the letters IND on them, also on the bottoms of the pages, hand-printed in black marker, all three in caps.
What the giver and the writer intended, I would need to ask him. What I [...]
…with whatever vintage, found objects and paperphernalia get in my way in the next 27 days. What did I say? Write a book in 4 hours? Let’s make it four weeks.
