Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Curly reed

"...No surface, skimming. And blank in life, too,
or instead the first layer, the place you remember..."

From "The Forest" by Susan Stewart

Monday, July 28, 2008


"... Stillness and more stillness and the light locked
deep inside—both pure and impure being. ..."

From "Wight" by Stanley Plumly

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Blown grasses

"...At this moment there are dead stars seeing
Themselves as marsh and forest in the eyes
Of muskrat and shrew..."

From "The Origin of Order" by Pattiann Rogers

Saturday, July 26, 2008

American Mart

"...O my America, my long-lost land lady of
The hardening ground, the house neither ancient nor in
Good repair..."

From "Powers of Thirteen: 29 [An Old Song]" by John Hollander

Friday, July 25, 2008

Pump bones

"...At this hour, what is dead is restless
and what is living is burning. ..."

From "This Hour and What Is Dead" by Li-Young Lee

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Daucus carota

"Pieces—stems, ghosts—of afternoon
falling all over themselves..."

From "Romantic Note" by Charles North


Look closely and you'll see what stopped me at the edge of the field.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008


"...Having said dappled, it was time to think
exactly what such spottedness might mean. ..."

From "The Other Side" by Rachel Hadas

Tuesday, July 15, 2008


"...bed of swollen creeks and theories and coils
bed of eyes and leaky pens..."

From "Floating Trees" by C. D. Wright


Heading out to visit one of my brothers and his family for a few days -- stay well and be happy, all y'all! Posts resume sometime around next Wednesday.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Inks Lake slough

"...the same clearing where, in the old story,
A holy man discovered Vishnu sleeping,
Wrapped in his maya, dreaming by a pool..."

From "Walking to Sleep" by Richard Wilbur

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Spirit dwells

"Bashō says the body is composed of one hundred bones and nine
Within which flimsy structure the spirit dwells. ..."

From "Midsummer" by Nicholas Christopher

Sunday, July 06, 2008

Dry field

"...Mm-mm, I sure do have the blues today:
Baby, will you give me some sugar?"

From "Sugar Cane" by Alfred Corn


Just a lil' bit of a blue Monday, wishing it was Sunday...

Saturday, July 05, 2008

Things to do

This was one place I saw when we pulled off the road leading back to Fort Davis from McDonald Observatory. The bird-song-spangled quiet stretched so far it exceeded the edges of my horizon. I noticed a slight movement -- cows and calves, far off, grazing.


As I'm pulled back into my work, my home life, the things I do here, I make these notes to myself to remember things to do will include more time spent in places like this.

Thanks to all y'all for tagging along.

Friday, July 04, 2008

Lucky penny

"...knowledge increases unreality, that
Mirror on mirror mirrored is all the show. ..."

From "The Statues" by William Butler Yeats


After some fine whole wheat pancakes at Bread and Breakfast in Alpine, I saw a lucky penny.

Alpine Texas, Sunday Morning

"Listen to this silence

It is an anchored silence..."

From "Three Songs of Solitude" by Eunice Odio
Translated by Keith Ekiss

Thursday, July 03, 2008

World enough...

...but not time enough.

I got back late Tuesday, took my friend to the airport Wednesday. Half-way back to Austin, I felt like turning the car around.

If you click on the pic, and then imagine it surrounding you in all directions, the air smelling like ponderosa pine and wet creosote, no sound except bird-song and the wind in the grass and trees, you'll know why.

I didn't catch many pics while traveling -- too much chat with an old friend, too much rain (fortunately for all the folks living in Fort Davis, Alpine, and Marfa), too little time.

But I did catch a few. Wish I were there, again.