Believe it or not, after all of last night, we decided to go out fishing today. Mark wanted to go again, and is only here for two more days.
Tired as we were, we boated all the way out to Ulitka (“Tree”), at the north end of Noyes Island. We caught a rather humongous lingcod, but only one pink salmon and no coho or halibut, which are Arthur’s preferred catches.
Here is a daily tree, from last night – taken by Amy.
[daily log: walking, 3km; catching, 1 lingcod, 1 salmon]
Month: August 2019
Caveat: Poem #1126 “No other chickens here”
with the rising sun the chickens found the house gone it burned overnight
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Alaska Burning
The neighbor’s house burned down last night. It’s still smoldering, at 6 AM.
It was scary. A bit after midnight, Dean (the neighbor, not the same Dean as recently mentioned who is Arthur’s friend) knocks on our door and says, “Call 911, my house is on fire.” The next 5 hours are a blur. Here is a picture of the house, at about 1 AM:
This house was here before Arthur moved here – it’s one of the oldest houses on all of the Port Saint Nicholas Road.
We put our hoses on and tried to prevent the fire from burning into the trees west of the house – because our house (where Arthur and I are) is only 50 feet away, through some trees, to the west. And the trees closest to Dean’s house were burning. Here’s a picture from Arthur’s dock, at around 3 AM, looking back toward shore. You can see how close Dean’s house is to ours. That speck of light in the dark on the right side of the photo is someone with a flashlight at the eastern wall of Arthur’s house.
The power was out for a while, because Dean’s house’s electrical connection shorted out the system, as it burned. APT (the power company) actually got here before the fire department, and were working on fixing the situation. A fire truck came from the Craig Volunteer Fire Department, but they only had 800 gallons in their tank – they sprayed down at the trees and when the power came back on we resumed spraying with our garden hoses. I estimate we used about 2500 gallons from Arthur’s 3000 gallon cistern. Fortunately, we have a well, now, and the cistern is now re-filling.
As of dawn, we seemed to have suppressed the spread of the fire. It’s just there smoldering now. Here it is at 6 AM.
What a very intense night. My friends Mark and Amy, still here, were helpful throughout the night. I think they will now have a very amazing memory of their visit here.
We had some panic when it was spreading into the trees, because it seemed like nothing could stop it from catching our house, as the power was out. At around 2 AM, we evacuated our house, got out our computers and important documents, drove vehicles over to the western lot. That was pretty scary.
Caveat: Tree #240
Today I took my friends Mark and Amy to Kasaan. I like the totems there – it’s my favorite cultural spot on all of Prince of Wales Island.
Here at the beach in front of the old lodge house, there is a bonsai-ish tree.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1125 “Fallen”
now each day's evening comes sooner than the prior well that's how fall goes
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Tree #239
Look, a tree.
With my friends Mark and Amy here, I have been borrowing their help to clean out and move my “studio” (a portable storage tent thing) to the western lot. Here it is, emptied out.
[daily log: walking, 2km; carrying stuff to the other lot, 10 trips]
Caveat: Poem #1124 “All the same”
I will wake early I will walk in the cool fog I will know despair
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Tree #238
Tree.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km; tromping, 300m]
Caveat: Poem #1123 “Human artifice”
boat like a dull ax thrust at islands' rough edges, obdurate ocean
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Tree #237
I was walking down the road, and saw a foot-high cedar tree growing in the gravel of the road. “Well, this tree will not last long, here,” I thought.
I yanked it out of the ground and carried it back to Lot 73. I chose a spot down near the water at the northwest corner, where Richard had thrown fresh raw fill (mud and rocks) down behind the new septic tank. I put the tree in the ground there. I wonder if it will grow?
Here is the young tree, lying there, roots exposed.
Here is the same tree, with its root buried.
I’ve done a few other experiments with moving seedlings around, here. They don’t seem to have a very good survival rate, under my amateurish supervision.
My friends Mark and Amy from Minnesota arrived here. That’s pretty cool! We will do touristy stuff with them for their visit (about 6 days). Mark has actually met Arthur once before – in 1985! Mark remembers Arthur well – he made a big impression on him at the time, but Arthur doesn’t remember Mark.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1122 “A mildew’s journey”
mildew made progress across wooden furniture because all was damp
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Tree #236
This tree is beside the road.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1121 “The committee of islands, here gathered”
Here, the sea is not just sea - rather, too, Islands throughout feel free To commingle, and to be A green, fractious committee.
– an englyn in the style developed by Robertson Davies
Caveat: Tree #235
Arthur and I sought some fish, but this first post-storm sojourn was fishless.
I saw this tree – specifically, the one right in the center of the photo.
[daily log: walking, 2km; chainsawing, 1hr]
Caveat: Poem #1120 “The cartographer’s delusion”
streets: sprawling creative impositions, engineering feats, landscape alterations, geographic abstractions, connections between unseen nodes, or just unthinking lines on a map.
– a reverse nonnet
Caveat: Tree #234
I believe I have featured this specific tree before – it’s along the road near the 8 mile bridge, and has that distinctive fork in its silhouette. But I thought the light was interesting, so the tree will be featured again.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km; chainsawing, 1hr]
Caveat: Poem #1119 “See?”
I saw the sawed logs. On sharp slants, the logs see-sawed. See, I'd been sawing.
– a silly pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Tree #233
A tree that is now retired from treeness, and moving into a life of loghood.
[daily log: walking, 3km]
Caveat: Their greenness is a kind of grief
The Trees The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief. Is it that they are born again And we grow old? No, they die too, Their yearly trick of looking new Is written down in rings of grain. Yet still the unresting castles thresh In fullgrown thickness every May. Last year is dead, they seem to say, Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.
– Philip Larkin (British poet, 1922-1985)
Caveat: Poem #1118 “Rocks are always looking down”
I saw some rocks there... but no, they did not see me: they were looking down.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Tree #232
Another tree.
[daily log: walking, 3km]
Caveat: Poem #1117 “Grounded”
It's just easier, sometimes, to write something dull, ignoring the clouds.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Tree #231
Oh deer, another tree – at the southwest corner of Lot 73.
Here is the view standing on a stump nearby, looking the other direction. I was trying to sight the utility pole.
[daily log: walking, 3km]
Caveat: Poem #1116 “Childhood”
I love wind and rain - Perhaps they conjure childhood, Tapping on the roof.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Tree #230
I saw a tree.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km]
Caveat: Pointless Anxiety
Most of my anxiety is pointless. I realize this.
I got my test scores today, for the Praxis Core I took on the 10th. Although it’s been a few decades since I took a standardized test, I exceeded even my previous performance. I’ve always had a knack for test-taking, but I think teaching Korean kids how to do a-b-c-d exams for 10 years probably just made me even more aware of how to do well. Admittedly, the Praxis Core is an “entrance exam” – it’s not particularly stringent.
My scores.
Later, I went on a walk in the rain. I saw Mike and Penny’s boat at their dock.
There is a lot of rain right now. I saw mud from the creek staining the inlet.
Caveat: Poem #1115 “Viento”
viento bruto que no pare viento muy hambriento sopla viento come todos nubes viento espera fin del mundo
– cuarteto de métrica romance
Caveat: Tree #229
This tree includes, below it, the newly completed (roughly) house-pad where a house might go on lot 73.
[daily log: walking, 1km]
Caveat: Poem #1114 “Planning stages”
Yesterday the wind kept the air cool. It is that moment when you think: Fall is waiting, at stage left, planning its grand entrance, anticipating, reviewing lines, upstaging sunny days
– a nonnet
Caveat: Tree #228
I spent a long day trying to finish up the “patio” – really more of a sidewalk – along the south side of the kitchen shed. Here it is – with a tree (or several) in the background, so I’ll call it tree #228.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km; loads of gravel down the hill, 5; loads of sand up the hill, 4]
Caveat: Una llovizna de diurna telepatía
LAS CEBRAS INHALANTES Era un día de verano Apretado Nadie vagaba en torno Las sonrisas peloteaban como en celo Las rosas eran Grandes cebras inhalantes Una llovizna de diurna telepatía Fue para muchos Un grito Yo vi entonces Que nadie caminaba derecho El cerebro apelotonado
– Teófilo Cid (poeta chileno, 1914-1964)
Caveat: Poem #1113 “Bow down”
A wind came along and harassed all the tall trees. They bent their branches.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Tree #227
Here is a tree almost hiding an excavator.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]