This tree (bottom center left) has two leaves left, at the very top. I saw it in Klawock the other day.
[daily log: walking, 2km; retailing, 6hr]
Month: October 2020
Caveat: Poem #1553 “Don’t believe what you see”
ㅁ No, there are no words. These glowing pixels you see are not really words.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #652
This tree was also in Klawock yesterday. The mountain in the far distance in the lower left of the photo is in fact the back side of Sunnahae mountain, which we can see from our house.
I spent part of the day putting the torsion bar and wheels back on the boat trailer, having gotten new hubs installed by Chet in town. You can see the shiny new hub in the picture.
[daily log: walking, 2.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1552 “Twenty-fifth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon knelt down and looked at the ground, searching for signs but they weren't to be found. Standing again, she began to decide where in the world she'd look next, far and wide.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Tree #651
This tree is in downtown Klawock, where I took a walk while Arthur was at the dentist.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1551 “The intended result”
ㅁ Sometimes there's a whoosh as a raven glides past me. It is surprising.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #650
This tree was above the water running down the hillside.
[daily log: walking, 2km; retailing, 6hr]
Caveat: Poem #1550 “Get down”
ㅁ Gravity pulls things: stones, logs, houses, water, me. So I'm getting down.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #649
This tree (which tree? – some group of trees, perhaps?) saw an unprecedented traffic jam on Port Saint Nicholas Road. This was due to the landslides and a flagger being present to direct traffic through the sporadically-open single lane as many excavators and dumptrucks did their duties to clear debris.
[daily log: walking, 2km; retailing, 6hr]
Caveat: Poem #1549 “As hills will do”
ㅁ Yesterday it rained and rained and rained and rained more so hills sought the sea.
– a pseudo-haiku. Here is a picture taken by my neighbor Jeri, looking across the inlet from the top of 10-mile hill toward the major landslide at 4.3 mile on the road – you can see the brown gash in the mountain. All that dirt and rocks and trees came down and crossed the road. It just missed houses on either side of it.
Caveat: Tree #648
This tree saw the road become a river.
[daily log: walking, 5km]
Caveat: griddier than before
The power coming on interrupted our wood-stove-cooked dinner. Not clear if it’s fully restored or temporary. No news on road closure. More later, with a tree picture if power stays on.
…from phone.
Caveat: off the grid
Multiple landslides on PSN, road to town is closed, possibly for days. Power is out. Arthur and I are fine but somewhat off the grid. I will only check email / text / fb messages sporadically, to save charge on phone. Blog may not see updates. But we are fine.
Posted from my phone.
Caveat: Poem #1548 “Exchanging meaningful glances”
ㅁ The cormorant gazed askance at me from the dock while I stood watching.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #647
This tree is also across the river from the clinic in Klawock. “The Clinic in Klawock” sounds like the title of an Seussian epic poem.
[daily log: walking, 2.5km; retailing, 4hr]
Caveat: Poem #1547 “Persistent night”
ㅁ Night's aftereffects linger right through the morning, holding the sun down.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #646
This tree is in Klawock, across the river from the clinic.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1546 “Long-lived shadows”
ㅁ Frost on the gravel. The sun can't clear the mountain - so that's shade till spring.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #645
This tree has a freshly be-snowed Harris Peak in the background.
We had our first frosty nights, the last two nights. I figured the growing season is therefore done, and I started ripping out the moldy vegetation. I found some vegetables – small potatoes, micro onions, bite-sized carrots, anemic leeks. I am thinking of trying to make an “Alaskan garden stew” with them.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1545 “Scree meets knee”
ㅁ Thursday I slipped on a rock, hurt my knee - the tidal scree where I'd walked by the dock.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Caveat: Tree #644
This tree is in town. There is one of those ubiquitous shipping containers lurking nearby.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Caveat: Poem #1544 “Subconsciousness”
ㅁ Sometimes my dreams are empty - full of ghosts - random, almost like carefree dark debris.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Caveat: Tree #643
This tree has been featured before, but now it includes eagle (lower right, perched on the “dock arch”).
[daily log: walking, 2.5km; retailing, 8hr]
Caveat: Poem #1543 “The season advances”
ㅁ Up on Sunnahae mountain, it had snowed. Lower, trees showed branches, thin, cold chagrin.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Caveat: Tree #642
This tree saw the season’s first snow atop Sunnahae Mountain.
[daily log: walking, 3km; retailing, 8hr]
Caveat: Poem #1542 “Cyclical”
ㅁ I'm not sure about slowness. It just crawls. And the leaves fall, such distress: things progress.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Caveat: Tree #641
This tree is barely visible in the pre-dawn twilight.
[daily log: walking, 3km]
Caveat: Poem #1541 “Free to unbecome”
ㅁ The wind harassed the sea, and the waves were like her slaves; destiny set them free.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Caveat: Tree #640
This tree announced dawn.
[daily log: walking, 1km]
Caveat: Poem #1540 “Generic dreamscape”
ㅁ My dreams craft an unreal space, arranging many somethings in some place: doubt's embrace.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Caveat: Tree #639
This tree is near a stream.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1539 “If you were a raven”
ㅁ The ravens hung in the trees: sociable; and likeable, and free. You'd agree.
– an englyn cil-dwrn.
Caveat: Tree #638
This tree likes to hang with the in crowd.
[daily log: walking, 4km]