Here is a tree.
It is under a waxing gibbous moon (upper right).
[daily log: walking, 1km]
Month: January 2019
Caveat: Poem #898 “Spilling downward”
ㅁ moon above a tree tilted to drop its insights on the deer below
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #12
I drove back to Juli and Keith’s. I stopped at rest area and took this picture of a tree (with other trees) in fog.
[daily log: walking, 4km]
Caveat: … when I’m seven
Over the weekend. I visited my stepson Jeff and his family in the south suburbs of Seattle.
His wife Yvonne took this picture of the three of us (referring to the 3 generations). We were playing a game. Parker is 3 years old.
I gave Parker some legos as a gift. He was building a tower.
His mom asked him, “Don’t you wanna share them?”
Parker answered, “I’m gonna share when I’m seven. But not my candy.”
Being referred to as “grandpa” caused me to decide to shave off my gray beard and hair.
Caveat: Poem #897 “From the manual”
ㅁ The key to friendship, harmonious family: Patience with silence.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #11
Here is a tree from my inventory.
[daily log: walking, 1km]
Caveat: Poem #896 “An excursion in an automobile”
ㅁ driving across land volcano-punctuated and littered with tree
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #10
Here is a tree I saw walking the other day.
[daily log: walking, 3km]
Caveat: Poem #895 “Advice I have failed to take”
ㅁ people are where they are it's hard to pull them somewhere meet them where they are
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #9
This is pretty good picture of an archetypal Oregon tree.
This is the Tualatin River. It has more water than it did during the summer.
During a walk up to the tree farm, Juli took this picture of me with the dog Walter on a stump.
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]
Caveat: Poem #894 “A trip to the east”
ㅁ there's no light outside the sun is lost in the east but we're headed there
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #8
Here is tree number eight.
Here is Mount Hood, seen from the tree farm.
Here are some former trees, awaiting their fate.
Here is a very lonely apple seen on a tree by the road.
[daily log: walking, 5km]
Caveat: Poem #893 “How to dream”
ㅁ I dream like a dog, run after unseen phantoms, taste the air, sighing
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #7
Here is tree number seven.
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.
[daily log: walking, 1km; driving, 200km]
Caveat: Poem #892 “The default mode of textual production”
ㅁ 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
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #6
Here is tree number 6. On Oak Street.
[daily log: walking, 4km]
Caveat: Poem #891 “Progress studies”
ㅁ gray shades to purple shadows become silhouettes rain licks leafless trees
– a pseudo-haiku.
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.
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]
Caveat: Poem #890 “Wayfinding”
ㅁ a tree is a map outlining the passages from earth into air
– a pseudo-haiku.
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.
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.
Some mountains fighting with a snowcloud.
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]
Caveat: Poem #889 “As motels will do”
ㅁ When your motel bed has four large, plump, white pillows so you try each one...
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #3
We drove back across Utah. This is daily tree #3 – some juniper at the side of a rest area.
At a different rest area I met this bird. It walked right up to me, utterly fearless, and tasted my foot.
[daily log: walking, 1km; driving, 700km]
Caveat: Poem #888 “Gnostic manifestations”
ㅁ dreams unfold and present improbable strange scenarios in which intimate friends and famous public figures (epistemological hints) become ghost-like beings with secrets
– a reverse nonnet.
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).
Now I understand why Arthur likes to visit his brother in Montrose.
Some other pictures.
Call this daily tree #2.
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]
Caveat: Poem #887 “Hay”
ㅁ 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.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Hay
I took a long walk in the morning. I walked east up out of town.
I looked south from the top of a hill.
I saw a cold horse, who said nay.
I saw something for the horse to eat, called hay.
In the afternoon, we went to have beer with some of my uncle Alan’s friends at a craft brewery in downtown Montrose.
[daily log: walking, 8km]
Caveat: Poem #886 “Confession”
ㅁ day follows on the night unburdening its chill reflections across outstretched mountains among rose-stained frozen fields touching the steam-breathing horses fingering the snow-gloved, clutching trees
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: portraits
We spent the day mostly just hanging out with Patti and Alan.
My two uncles, Arthur and Alan, could almost pass for twins, though they’re not.
Later, I took a long walk, in a big circle around this subdivision and another, and the fields beyond.
I saw some sheep in a field. I said, “Happy Holidays!” to the sheep. The sheep answered, “Baa [humbug].”
I took a self portrait in fresh snow. This is a mere shadow of my former self.
[daily log: walking, 7.5km]
Caveat: Poem #885 “The next chapter”
ㅁ a slice of dead snow birds lurk in branches, gazing a doom of stillness
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Hello Snow
We drove the rest of the way to Montrose, Colorado, today. It was a bit of a monotonous drive, but the temperatures outside were quite cold. And there was quite a bit of snow scattered around.
I took some pictures from before departure from the motel.
This is the crescent moon and venus (upper right), from my predawn walk.
Here are some mountains out to the west, at sunrise.
We took a wrong turn and ended up on the planet Mars.
Finally, we arrived at my uncle Alan’s house.
I took a long walk. Arthur didn’t want to come, because it was too cold. I love the cold.
[daily log: walking, 5km; driving, 600km]
Caveat: Poem #884 “Missing a rib”
ㅁ A pale, flesh-toned earth... Adam's discarded remains... desiccated clay
– a pseudo-haiku.