Caveat: Tree #139

This is a sad-looking pine tree about two-thirds of the way up the slope toward the treehouse location. It’s the only actual pine tree I’ve run across on Arthur’s two lots – there are quite a few of them out east along the road where the muskeg is (the flat stretch near the bridges), but not so many here along the hillside. This pine tree looks like someone attempted to decapitate it at some point, but it’s decided to stay in the game for now.


[daily log: walking, 1km; ditchdigging, 1m]

Caveat: Tree #137

Arthur and I went out in the boat today. Still fishless, though.

The tide was very low in the morning. I took this picture of a tree reflected in the water with a fat starfish under the water in the shade of the dock.


Here is the low tide – you could actually step from the beach to the dock.


Here is a sea otter I saw.


[daily log: walking, 1.5km]

Caveat: where is the man who lives out of himself?

Where is the Poet

The inky-garmented, truth-dead Cloud — woven by dumb ghost alone in
       the darkness of phantasmal mountain-mouth — kidnapped the 
       maiden Moon, silence-faced, love-mannered, mirroring her golden
       breast in silvery rivulets:
The Wind, her lover, grey-haired in one moment, crazes around the
       Universe, hunting her dewy love-letters, strewn secretly upon the
       oat-carpets of the open field.
O, drama! never performed, never gossiped, never rhymed! Behold — to
       the blind beast, ever tearless, iron-hearted, the Heaven has no
       mouth to interpret these tidings!
Ah, where is the man who lives out of himself? — the poet inspired often
       to chronicle these things?
- Yone Noguchi (Japanese poet [composing in English], 1875-1947)

Caveat: Tree #134

We went into town to do shopping today. So here is a tree from the archives.


This tree in spring bloom is in front of the building where the Karma Academy was, in its last location in Goyang City, South Korea, where I worked from 2011-2018.

[daily log: walking, 1km]

Caveat: Tree #133

I drove to Hollis this morning, to drop Arthur at the ferry for a day trip into Ketchikan, because he is supposed to get MRI and CT scans. I told him to watch out for those high-energy photons.

I stopped by the road on the way back to Craig, and took this picture of a tree (or rather, it’s the snag that’s so prominent, here).


I also made this unexpected anachronism sighting by the road near Hollis.


I drove back to Craig, hung out at home (I didn’t get called to substitute, today), then drove back to Hollis in the evening to get Arthur back off the ferry.

[daily log: walking, 1km; driving, 130km]

Caveat: Poem #1018

Firstly, we gazed askance at the spaceship
Plunging wild through the grim-faced sky.
Flares were winking on a trailing wingtip
Where a faded emblem seemed to fly.
Secondly, speakers sung with the voices
Screaming out dangers and proffering choices,
Hinting at various important things.
Dark was the mood then, beshadowed by wings.
Thirdly, our leaders emptied the city.
Multitudes fled to the sun-tortured hills,
Some of them starving while others sold pills
Which the wounded endured. Such a pity.
Endless miseries kept ensuing -
Doubts, above all. What were we doing?

Caveat: Tree #131

Arthur and I went out fishing this morning, fishlessly, and when we got back well after lunch, I was feeling rather “under the weather.”

I have almost never experienced anything like seasickness in my life, but the seas were somewhat heavy as we reentered Port Saint Nicholas, and I think that there is a kind of exhaustingness in riding the boat up and down across the water. I was driving, too, which requires some degree of intense focus.

So I took no walk in the afternoon, and I took no picture of any tree.

Here is a tree from my archives. I saw this tree ten years ago this month, during a visit to 장수 (Jangsu), the village in South Korea’s Jeollabuk province that is my friend Curt’s hometown.


If I recall correctly, that Buddhist temple is the one that Curt’s father was a deacon for (or whatever is the Buddhist equivalent of a deacon – in any event, a lay administrator).

[daily log: walking, 1km]