Tuesday, November 17, 2009
This is how the deer get their revenge.
there are no starbucks, moxies, tulleys etc here. there IS, however, a mcdonalds -which consequently or unconsequently, depending upon how you see it, serves coffee. i am jonesing.
Love, Blood and Sinew
love love. blood and sinew.
flowing free from hoisted flesh.
hush now, hush. it'll all be over soon.
flowing free from hoisted flesh.
hush now, hush. it'll all be over soon.
going home soon!
rich is already warning me... he's a man with an attitude and on a mission... getting up at 230 am to leave for home... never stopping, never.... all this he says with his evil grin.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
bloody carnage
rich and his prize
Friday, November 13, 2009
Wandering
The hunters sighted in their scopes today, which is everyone but aunt and i... so, we went for a walk this morning... down the gravel drive and beyond... onto the narrow, hilly highway, and further down another gravel drive on the way to the main through road. What a beautiful day. It's the middle of November and the wind is blowing warm... (i brought that from Wyoming) the scent on the air is sweet...( that's from Sean, of course). and the grasses are tall and swaying the lawn is expansive... and not too much bother; it doesn't have to be perfect here and that i love. it was so wonderful i could have kept going and never turned around except i know i would have been thwarted by civilization.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
We've Arrived
830... we made it to uncle and aunts in missouri. in the dark, haven't actually seen "it" yet. can't wait. i lived in this area for two years when i was in 4th and 5th grade. i'm excited to see the grounds.
for dinner? stuffed cabbage and sour crout.... hoping to have even more southern food... i wonder if aunty would mind making me fried grits.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Overnight at my brother's house
On the way to Missouri we stayed at my brother's house. Kit fed us a wonderful meal and Rich (my brother) showed me all three of his greenhouses, with its lemon, lime, kiwi, olive and fig trees. After seeing it... i'd really love to have a greenhouse... for the next place.
Kit showed me a quilt a friend made for her out of Kit's dad's old clothes. I'm just really into the idea of quilt as art, as life, as connection right now.
grandma's country
grandma's country
i ride through it and my eyes are blinded by it
flat-wind and water worn hills
elevation at 7000, signs say
but looking around you'd never know
you were higher than mountains.
sun- warm for november- bleaching its curves
sage and wild grasses bend in its unredemptive winds
pumping oil rigs keep beat with my heart
soul, blood, and bone cannot tame it.
grandmother's gone
her quilt, in shreds, warms me
sidda
i ride through it and my eyes are blinded by it
flat-wind and water worn hills
elevation at 7000, signs say
but looking around you'd never know
you were higher than mountains.
sun- warm for november- bleaching its curves
sage and wild grasses bend in its unredemptive winds
pumping oil rigs keep beat with my heart
soul, blood, and bone cannot tame it.
grandmother's gone
her quilt, in shreds, warms me
sidda
A Bit of a Chawing....
over the range we keep company with antelope and sage
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