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small carrots growing radishes expansionist lettuce
bold vegetables
black soil damp sand mildewy stones
fertile earth
buzzing bees hovering gnats stealthy mosquitoes
industrious worms
the greenhouse
shelters
the young plants
and provides
a space
to grow
and flourish
still air hanging sun passing clouds
coming rain
– a quennet.
This tree sees clouds.
[daily log: walking, 1km]
Arthur likes to make grilled cheese sandwiches with pickles. Normally he uses a spicy sweet pickle, like the Famous Dave’s brand that he prefers.
Tonight, however, he used my home-made radish pickles. And happily, they were actually pretty good on grilled cheese. Here is a pale pink radish pickle on the grilled cheese – I opened it for the photo op.
This is rather sketchy still life drawn in ink in 1992.
ㅁ I took a short walk, surveying the neighborhood. Who's there? Trees, birds, bears.
– a pseudo-haiku.
One of these trees is a rebel. I’m worried that I posted it before. But if I did, just consider it the price of arboreal notariety.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
This is a very dim, rough sketch of an old, fortified island town called Castelul de Pin, located in the Ardisphere (an imaginary country). I drew the sketch in 2015.
ㅁ Looking out, there's rain. Looking out, the sun appears. No. Just the rain falls.
– a pseudo-haiku.
These are two trees. Actually, only the middle part of two trees. But there was this fat-looking raptor lurking there on a branch. I wasn’t sure, but when I showed Art the picture, he said it was a fledging eagle. I could buy that based on appearance… but if a fledging, it’s a fat, well-fed one. It looked larger than its mama.
[daily log: walking, 1km]
This is another of that fantasy architectural series from 1988.
ㅁ I, a bold sea otter, witness the boats that cross the sea's roof and that scare our children; the boats drone their hot dirges in their unusual straight lines, interrupting our happy repasts.
– a reverse nonnet.
This tree is… um, wait, which tree am I talking about?
[daily log: walking, 1km; fish-seeking, 30nm]
I don’t know what this is. I drew it in the mid-2010’s.
ㅁ The dirt must be made. The rainforest has poor soil. So I mix in stuff.
– a pseudo-haiku.
This tree is nearby.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
This ink and water still life dates from 1988, I think.
ㅁ The wind pushed waves against the rocky beach, and caused the sea to gnaw the planet's bones.
– a couplet in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
The tree in the center of this photo is noticeable, stark against the horizon. We went out trying to catch fish this morning. Not much luck.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
I drew this ink sketch in 2015.
ㅁ Always the same words. Never hears what I'm saying. Tells nothing of plans.
– a pseudo-haiku.
This tree is starting out.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
These bottles are some kind still life from my 1992 art class.
ㅁ Watch the world, through windows, from a distance, keeping perspective, avoiding confusion, constructing mental models, testing them against what happens... or alternately just sit and watch.
– a reverse nonnet.
I didn’t take a picture of a tree today. I offer this tree from my past. I took this picture at a rest area in Arizona in 2012, during a visit back to the US from my home-at-that-time in Korea.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
When Arthur and I left to go to town, we found the road blocked by the APT guys, fixing a utility pole. “APT” is “Alaska Power and Telephone,” the local utility monopoly. They said “20 minutes,” so we waited.
It was more like 1 hour. They work at their own pace. That’s “APT Time.”
We did finally make it to town. I told a guy Doug in town that the traffic coming into town today was terrible.
I drew this magpie in 2013 I think. But I’m not sure – I think it was in my blog before. Sometime in there.
ㅁ Across the water there's this one cloud, just hanging, unsure where to go.
– a pseudo-haiku.
But the question is… if you needed to, could you pick this tree out of a lineup?
[daily log: walking, 2km]
My garden was making radishes. So I decided to try an experiment. I made two jars of spicy pickled radishes, improvising a recipe found online. They look very nice.
How they taste… not sure yet. I’ll report later. Korea has pickled radishes, but they’re not spicy. Korea also has radish kimchi, called 깍두기 [kkakdugi], which is generally quite spicy. So I guess this recipe is kind of a meeting-in-the-middle of those two concepts.
I drew this spaceship in 1978. I remember being pleased with the logo I’d designed for my evil space consortium.
ㅁ Kiamon knelt at her ancestor's grave clutching the keepsake her mother once gave. Angels cavorted around by some trees summoning shadows that only love frees.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter, on the ongoing angsts of a fictional being.
This tree overlooks the road.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
This is a sketch done during my art class in 1988. It looks like some paper bags.
