The trees loom at 3:30 pm. You can see it’s getting dark pretty early, especially with the heavy overcast and rain.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km; tromping, 500m]
Author: Jared Way
Caveat: Poem #1203
I walk my rough trail in rain and gathering dusk and wonder if bears...
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Tree #317
It rains a lot, these days. Friday’s tree is damp.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1202
I found some gray rocks. I stacked them beside the road, precariously.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Tree #316
Before our Thursday shopping routine, Arthur had an appointment this morning at the medical center in Klawock. I took a short walk down to the bridge over the Klawock River while he was in his appointment, and saw a tree.
[daily log: walking, 2.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1201
I tromped among trees finding a path down the hill and falling in holes.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Tree #315
I recorded this tree before removing it. I am clearing a path on the direct uphill-downhill between the “middle stake” (lot marker) on the southern property line between lots 73 and 74. It’s damp and slippery but it’s actually easier clearing paths once the fall has removed most of the leaves from the underbrush.
[daily log: walking, 1km; tromping, 1000m]
Caveat: Poem #1200
the sky is overcast and the dawn is hours away, but the moon is full
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Tree #314
A tree tastes the pond.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Caveat: Poem #1199
Kiamon sometimes would ponder her fate, doubtless compelled by her path not quite straight, zigging and zagging through storm and through dust, barely aware of her growing disgust.
– a rhymed pair of tetrameter couplets, continuing the introspections of Kiamon, a fictional being.
Caveat: Tree #313
The tree is young.
[daily log: walking, 1km; tromping, 500m]
Caveat: GDC Day
Once a month, I should go over and start up the GDC (the RV), to make sure it’s still functional under its cocoon (tarp). I ran the engine, generator and heater for an hour, with the tarp partly lifted away so as to not poison myself with carbon monoxide. Everything still works. While it was running, I went on walk up the hillside to my neglected treehouse site and maintained my trails a bit.
Caveat: Poem #1198
Kiamon never paid heed to her fate, still it caught up to her, blanking her slate: sands of the desert, they cradled her head, fallen and hurt, the sun left her for dead.
– a rhymed pair of tetrameter couplets, continuing the introspections of Kiamon, a fictional being.
Caveat: Tree #312
Sometimes I tire of using the word “caveat.” But I feel committed – it’s just the way this blog is organized.
A tree. Among others.
[daily log: walking, 2.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1197
I take my first taste of morning's coffee, climbing the stairs to my room.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Tree #311
The neighbor, whose house burned down in August, apparently got some insurance money, and is rebuilding. He’s hired someone to put in an improved driveway and a new house-pad, higher than the old house. I’m a bit skeptical in the way this new project has overflowed onto the tribal lands to his east – his new driveway cuts off from the road almost a 100 feet east of his property line. But the new driveway does afford a nice view of the charred but still-living tree down by the water-line where the old house was.
Here is a view of the new house-pad down the old stairs, the lower part of which we had to destroy with the chain saw during the night of the fire, to prevent the fire from spreading up the stairs.
[daily log: walking, 2.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1196
Trucks. Machinery. Gravel. Trees. The wind-blown sea. Yellow leaves. Rain.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Tree #310
This tree is supervising.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Caveat: Poem #1195
Kiamon never paid heed to her fate, battling through time was her gods-given trait, battles were all waged against demons and saints, ethics neglected, devoid of constraints.
– a rhymed pair of tetrameter couplets, continuing the introspections of Kiamon, a fictional being.
Caveat: Tree #309
Arthur and I went into town shopping – it’s shopping Thursday, one of our fixed traditions these days.
It rained continuously. We stopped by Jan’s office at the VFW – which we often do. She used an adjective to describe her husband Richard’s efforts in adding a carport to their house, which we’d seen driving past: “Trojanesque” (this is derived from their last name). I laughed quite a bit – Richard’s construction efforts do, indeed, have a quite distinct style, and I felt the adjective captured this quite well. I’ll have to see if I can come up with some kind of objective definition for this word, which has an obvious, intuitive meaning to anyone who is familiar with Richard’s work. Perhaps related to a kind of grandiose disregard for the conventions of design, without being for that at all incompetent?
The small tree grows on the hump of the log of a long-dead big tree.
[daily log: walking, 2km]