I took Arthur, Mackenzie, and Lindsey to see the coyotes...dead...displayed. Arthur wondered if the wrong could be righted by making artwork of the disrespect. McKenzie snapped pictures while Lindsey and I looked out the other window.
7.31.2010
I took Arthur, Mackenzie, and Lindsey to see the coyotes...dead...displayed. Arthur wondered if the wrong could be righted by making artwork of the disrespect. McKenzie snapped pictures while Lindsey and I looked out the other window.
7.30.2010
There is such a quietness in Two Dot just now... perhaps because the birds are done mating and the meadowlarks aren't singing much. Flies and bees buzz, but their industry inspiring laziness where as birdsong inspires work. The time of birds giving way to the time of insects.
7.29.2010
The pelicans are swooping in and out of Two Dot this morning...Mac's field, the river. Richard calls them the "dive bomb squad...eating his fish out of his river." But they are a site to see. It is all in the perspective.
7.28.2010
Half empty or half full? Or ninety percent empty/ninety percent full...like today's sky; already experiencing each by 10am. But... is the sky full then empty of clouds, or empty then full of sun?
7.27.2010
Back again. Early in the morning I heard the sandhill cranes, but the meadow larks seem to be gone, a few magpies taking their place. It has been very very quiet. The sky has been full of beautiful clouds, but they block the sun's directness. This afternoon, just enough light in the kitchen to manage this card.
7.5.2010
John wrapped his arms around me when we got into bed last night. "We've done a good thing here," he said with an emotion squeezed voice...admitting he was humble and proud.