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
Over the holiday I had my houseguests looking for the coyote skulls we buried last summer. I'd been sure we would remember the exact location, but of course we did not. First Kendel and Braydon, then later James, Dana, and Zane shoveled dirt in the approximate place… but the skulls refused to be found. I’d rescued them last year from the ground where they'd rotted off the fence posts they’d hung on. I’d thought to do something dignifying with them. After everyone gave up digging, I had a dream. In the dream I knew right where the skulls were and dug them up. When I woke up I went out to look, it was true… there was a patch that hadn’t been disturbed. But, John had already raked and seeded the whole mess. In the end, I guess the dignity came from the burying.