Monday, August 28, 2017

Skeletons and Wildfire




 That just about puts a fine point on life, right there.
Fire and the end.
Life is the great mystery and well, the other end of it, not much to say but it's fair obvious how that goes, to our limited perspective...

Sunday, August 27, 2017

Hope will Serve

Hope will Serve

A slow start with other intentions
like a walk on the banks of the Madison or the Green,
but still, if memory serves, thats been done before
and if rock serves as the best foundation,
Then our only hope will serve as silt bills at the lee of the bend, miles away.
Meanwhile,
this small house rests here, in the desert, with an abundance of soft stone.

At night, the rats in this house shiver
looking to the floors for deliverance from the cold outside.
Right now, though, this peach dawn turns to pale silver
and tufts of tall grass rise from new snow, brown and frosted.
Tiny eyes rollback, faint, and the long wait begins again
for all in this house on cold, dry stone.

Dry sand is poor mortar for joining rough stone-
but work we will for very little pay in our fathers broken house.
Having paid for honey, bleached sugar-
Having bought meat, irradiated soy-
Having purchased wine, Diet Coke-
But baking sands and sandstone mesas shelter a few flies
on far-off, long summer days as the house still falls in.

Long ears and bored teeth turn toward wrath
as scorn heaped upon these shelters, even as centuries of dust,
weighs roofs down and floors pile high
so that steps and thoughts are heavy as wells collapse
taking dreams of loaves and mountain fishes into the dry earth-
But still, clouds still gather over the shimmering, gray mountains
and winter will switch places again with summer;

too soon, too soon.

Friday, August 25, 2017

Late Summer






Kids spending time together by the sultry glow of the iPad and hops ripening under the late summer sun.
It's still good, and that's how it goes sometimes when I can pool the resources to notice.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Wedding twenty six years before today...





Anniversary number twenty-six.
Geeze, but this is the best thing to every happen to me. And that's the rock-bottom truth of the matter.
Went up and east, first plans didn't pan out, but good times and talks were had the whole damn time, I'll tell ya. Nothing out of the ordinary there, with this pretty grrl.

Kids sure made a dessert reward to die for, as well. Good, good kids, ours.

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Eclipse of the Sun





Eclipse in Spring City. Not total, but odd and full of wonder, nevertheless.
Not a lot of parties- sad, that. Gotta work!

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Sky and Concrete





Been getting ready to head to works this week, and it's a frack-ton of change for me. I hope it calms down and becomes manageable within the slippery parameters of my slim mind and marginal abilities.

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Another Drive to the Yellowstone Plateau


Yep. It happened again.
I was given permission to head up to Idaho, Wyoming, and Montana to spend a bit of time on the road and next to big waters and under a huge sky. This time I took Sigmund the H√ľnd and tasted the sweet scents of freedom and the road as I ran from weirdened responsibilities and climates down home and at my works. It was good and so much too short.





























Monday, August 7, 2017

Summer Vegetables, Festivals, and Reptiles.




The erstwhile Spring City Bluegrass and Folk Festival changed management and venue this year, and over the couple of days it ran this year, it really got to the business of entertaining people. We'll see how things go next year.
Meanwhile, we're starting to see some squash and beans come out of the garden, and along with the flora, Ianto's got some fauna to report, too...

Friday, August 4, 2017

Smoke and Knives





Mitch has been offering the kids some lessons and practicum in making knives, and we were able to take him up on that, finally, this week. He's a great teacher and a patient demonstrator, so the visits go well and with good palpable results.
We've had good sunsets lately, made even better by smoke from wildfires. This is a beautiful world, despite the troubles.

Wednesday, August 2, 2017