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


Our sleep was interrupted abruptly last night by an animal sound that wasn’t immediately recognizable as mammal or fowl. It was both bark and squawk and seemed to be right under our window. I lifted the lightness of my comforter swinging my legs over the edge of the bed with great care setting my feet softly on the carpet. The squawking kept up. It sounded like I could reach out and touch it, but I was nothing. So I moved through the house as stealthily as I knew how to another window. And while I could not see it, it much have seen me. It cleared out with three recognizable and telltale hoots; a great gray owl nearly in our bedroom. The summer began and ended with owls; fledgling great horned owls to start and now a great gray to finish.