Caveat: Tree #11

Here is a tree from my inventory.

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[daily log: walking, 1km]

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Caveat: Poem #896

driving across land
volcano-punctuated
and littered with tree

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Caveat: Tree #10

Here is a tree I saw walking the other day.

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[daily log: walking, 3km]

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Caveat: Poem #895

people are where they are
it’s hard to pull them somewhere
meet them where they are

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Caveat: Tree #9

This is pretty good picture of an archetypal Oregon tree.

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This is the Tualatin River. It has more water than it did during the summer.

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During a walk up to the tree farm, Juli took this picture of me with the dog Walter on a stump.

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Tomorrow I’m going to take a jaunt up to Seattle and come back to Forest Grove. I’m going to visit my stepson and his family there.

[daily log: walking, 5km]

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Caveat: Poem #894

there’s no light outside
the sun is lost in the east
but we’re headed there

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Caveat: Tree #8

Here is tree number eight.

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Here is Mount Hood, seen from the tree farm.

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Here are some former trees, awaiting their fate.

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Here is a very lonely apple seen on a tree by the road.

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[daily log: walking, 5km]

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Caveat: Poem #893

I dream like a dog,
run after unseen phantoms,
taste the air, sighing

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Caveat: Tree #7

Here is tree number seven.

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In the morning, Arthur and I drove to Astoria. That’s because he had a heater getting repaired up there, and apparently there was no place closer that would make the repair.

It’s about two hours up to Astoria. It was raining in a nice, pacificnorthwesty way, the whole time. It makes me nostalgic for my childhood, of course.

On the way back, we stopped at a restaurant-cum-logging-museum called Camp 18. We had a late breakfast. There are a lot of old pieces of machinery around there, as used in 19th century logging operations. This is a steam donkey – used for winching large loads up hills.

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[daily log: walking, 1km; driving, 200km]

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Caveat: Poem #892

prose
becomes
difficult
so poetry
becomes the default
manner of expression
engendering ideas
and capturing the images
that a glance outside will give to me

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Caveat: Tree #6

Here is tree number 6. On Oak Street.

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[daily log: walking, 4km]

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Caveat: Poem #891

gray shades to purple
shadows become silhouettes
rain licks leafless trees

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Caveat: Tree #5

I took the dog Walter on a long walk up the hill through the tree farm.

Here is a tree in the cloudiness.

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I took the Blueberry Tank to get its oil changed. There was another vehicle with an Alaskan license plate in the oil-changing bay. The poor Oregonians thought the Alaskans were invading or something.

[daily log: walking, 5km]

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Caveat: Poem #890

a tree is a map
outlining the passages
from earth into air

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Caveat: Tree #4

I’m thinking of just posting a picture of a tree every day. I think living up in Prince of Wales Island, Alaska, I won’t run out of different trees.

Today, the tree is a cherry tree in Juli and Keith’s front yard.

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Yes, we have arrived back at their house, west of Portland.

We drove down from central Idaho. Here are two more pictures from stops along the road.

Snake River Valley at dawn.

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Some mountains fighting with a snowcloud.

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This is our last major stop before returning to Alaska. I’ll make one side trip next weekend, up to Seattle, hopefully. We’ll do some shopping and things that we can’t do easily up in Craig. Then next Friday (Jan 18), we take the ferry northward.

[daily log: walking, 1km; driving, 700km]

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Caveat: Poem #889

When your motel bed
has four large, plump, white pillows
so you try each one…

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Caveat: Tree #3

We drove back across Utah. This is daily tree #3 – some juniper at the side of a rest area.

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At a different rest area I met this bird. It walked right up to me, utterly fearless, and tasted my foot.

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[daily log: walking, 1km; driving, 700km]

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Caveat: Poem #888

dreams
unfold
and present
improbable
strange scenarios
in which intimate friends
and famous public figures
(epistemological hints)
become ghost-like beings with secrets

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Caveat: Chocolate Avenue

I took a walk this afternoon. This time I went west. I found the big chocolate factory. There is a street behind the factory called Chocolate Avenue (sign at right in picture – the big white building is the chocolate factory).

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Now I understand why Arthur likes to visit his brother in Montrose.

Some other pictures.

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Call this daily tree #2.

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Tomorrow, Arthur and I drive northwest. It looks like we’re not going to meet Arthur’s friends in Reno, so we’ll be heading straight for Portland. Our holiday adventure is coming to a close. We’ll have a bit over a week in Portland and then we return to Alaska.

[daily log: walking, 9km]

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Caveat: Poem #887

I took a long walk up to the east:
a gradual hill past old farms,
the snow-covered, sun-drenched road
saw new subdivisions
branching left and right
but at the end
was a pile
of stored
hay.

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