My Rural Wisconsin
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The Opposite of Succulent Wild Life Symbiotic association. Algae and fungi. Food, dye, medication. Grow so slowly. Substrate, skull of deer. Making, on that so iconic symbol of death; white sun-bleached skull bones, A new vegetative life. I like it. Green, … Continue reading
Slate gray dragon scale, feathered white flashing phoenix tail. Translucent ivory belly and under, pale pink beak, happy to plunder. Song a short trill, in flight a sharp buzzy tzeet, silly dark-eyed junco. There are five sub-species groups … Continue reading
Bold swoop, glimmer of wing and very proper coloring. Delirious laugh, dee dee dee, plays crazy winter tunes. Cold phoenix, the opposite of calm possessed. I click, click, click my shutter, randomly capture, un-capture Their happiness. Did you ever try … Continue reading
As a challenge and as a puzzle, I grabbed words from a magnetic word stack, they were: delight, fragrance, bare, water, rain, want, merry, good, cross, above, bell, grace, music, should & awake. A word stack of randomness to make truth of in a … Continue reading
My watercolor art – I thought I’d create a haiku explanation. It seems that the same event, viewed at the same time creates different emotions in all of us. Only time reveals the most correct response, which is then boggled by differing memories. For … Continue reading
We’re back to cold in Wisconsin – 7 degrees overnight and a high that barely skirts the 20s. Our brief springlike weather has blown over. But there is some melting, dripping, ice forming in the bright sunlight and that’s where … Continue reading
Fast silent fire Pervade, absorb, adore, The sun so beloved, Gleams down no more. Dark clouds summit, Pose with god-like style, Yes we fear darkness, But end of light beguiles… I was driving west on highway 64 today as the … Continue reading
On Mice and Beer Rodent sewer lungs, Mouse track spyro gyro, Death in a beer, Effluvia, mother of ferment. First draft. Leave a beer bottle open in the workshop and irresponsible vermin take a bath in it. It was easier … Continue reading
You are an image in my mind, a stop action photo I see you there and there, doing this, sitting there. I remember…
Like hand-crafted calligraphy detailed and exact, Reaching upward mirroring hidden roots whispering to the sky, Lost their leafy clothes now only reflect perfect black, Life’s framework, skeletal bridges, tree bones death defy.