local to local

Daily observations at or near Two Dot Spot, written by hand on the backs of postcards that record with ink and coffee a few minutes of the earth's orbit around the sun. The cards are physically mailed from Two Dot, Montana to those who have requested them...local to local. Ruth Marie Tomlinson


The summer came and went quickly which is the nature of summer for people who are not children, those lucky ones to whom clocks are of not consequence but who drift along on the true emotional content of time.

Summer drifts along in Two Dot and while clocks are of less consequence they are still ticking…but the clock usually suggests things about where the sun is in the sky that could just as easily be surmised by looking up. Being awake during the daylight hours leaves shortened hours for sleeping. But If I can drift along in the true emotional content of time, as Brown Dog put it in Jim Harrison’s The Summer He Didn’t Die, describes it, the need for recovering sleep lessens and the summer lengthens.