This tree supervised while I created a rectangle with 4×4’s. Now I need to dig little holes under the six pillars so I can make the rectangle level, and then I can mount my “studio” (storage tent) on the rectangle. This will be a much stronger anchor than just boards on the ground, as it had been anchored before.
[daily log: walking, 4km]
Month: January 2021
Caveat: Poem #1645 “Craig”
ㅁ I looked up at Sunnahae Mountain. The moon rose over the west flank. A raven was on a truck. Another rose, flying. The parking lot dwelt among buildings by the streets in cold Craig.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #744
This tree blocked my view of the sea. I was okay with that.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1644 “It’s fun to go to the DMV in a snowstorm”
ㅁ We drove off to town through falling snow intent to see the DMV to enjoy bureaucracy and renew a license. On our return drive, Snow lay blankets across things, obscured all.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #743
This tree intercepted the rising moon.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1643 “The back end”
ㅁ The machine wore the map as numbers. On the inside, rows of data preserved the points of the globe. Other algorithms Evaluated These abstractions, Drew pixels, Rendered Lines.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #742
This tree (well, it’s not so much a tree as a small piece of a tree that became detached from a pointy stick of arboreal provenance) spent three days embedded in my thumb, without my realizing it. But it started to hurt and I pulled it out, somewhat painfully. I have placed it next to a dime for scale.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Caveat: Poem #1642 “The duck”
ㅁ I step out onto the north balcony. The railing is covered with rime. The sun had set hours ago. Clear nights here mean cold nights. They mean scattered frost. I see a duck: Floating, there; Above, Stars.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #741
This tree saw blue skies.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km; retailing, 7hr]
Caveat: Poem #1641 “Used words”
ㅁ Here are some of the words I have used; they present themselves to you all for your consideration; they might not be so clear, and they might lack flow; in halts and starts, they tumble outward, lost.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #740
This tree watched the sun set off the south end of San Juan Island.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km; retailing, 6hr]
Caveat: Poem #1640 “A mountain’s moods”
ㅁ Sunnahae has moods demarcated by the clouds showing gold or white.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #739
This tree has also been eclipsed by one of my patented disks of ice.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1639 “Splinters”
ㅁ I cut all these boards so they'll fit together right, but I got splinters.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #738
This tree was snowed upon while others were not. Can you see which tree it was?
[daily log: walking, 3.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1638 “Frictionless planet”
ㅁ A pale slush appeared coating road and rock and rail denying traction.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #737
This tree framed the sea.
[daily log: walking, 2.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1637 “Archeology”
ㅁ My papers in piles, a vague archeology indicating time.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #736
This tree has been killed and processed, the better to serve as the flooring (deck) of my treehouse. Also, I bought some wood to frame out a new “foundation” for my storage tent, since it got unmounted by high winds last week.
I hooked up the heavy-duty trailer, and Art and I drove into town on a special trip so I could spend some of my hard-earned gift-store salary on materials for my treehouse project. It was a lot of work, and harder to drive the potholey road with a loaded trailer.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1636 “Wariness”
ㅁ The stellar jay hopped. There on a branch, watching me. Distrustful creature.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #735
This tree has been eclipsed by a circlet of ice that I found frozen on the surface of a plastic bucket and placed upon a decorative pile of rocks.
[daily log: walking, 3km]
Caveat: Poem #1635 “Onomatopoeic summary”
ㅁ I commute to town via potholes. Sometimes I can dodge them, swerving. But always, it's bumpiness. Thachunkity roughness. Umpadonkiness. Thunka wunka. Slow-fast-stop. Rattle. Bonk!
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #734
This tree was framed by other trees.
[daily log: walking, 3km; retailing, 7hr]
Caveat: Poem #1634 “Cooling”
ㅁ The stars had appeared as the clouds yielded to wind and the damp air froze.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #733
This tree watched fast-moving clouds.
[daily log: walking, 3km; retailing, 6hr]
Caveat: Poem #1633 “By feel”
ㅁ It's dark and I walk Just the dimmest light from stars Ah there's a tree.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #732
This tree was witness to the fact that my “studio” (a plastic storage tent structure) had been subjected to high winds and therefore dislodged from its moorings.
I spent some time putting rocks and logs on parts of the “feet” to hold it in place temporarily, but will need to reengineer the base of it. Meanwhile, I got distracted sorting the dirt in my greenhouse, because I want to temporarily store some of the things from the studio up in the green house.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1632 “Visionary”
ㅁ I woke so early. The open window murmured. I watched the darkness.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #731
This tree is up the hill and feels damp.
[daily log: walking, 3km]
Caveat: Poem #1631 “Mostly cloudy”
ㅁ Okay, just a patch of blue sky making a show but the clouds return.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #730
This tree was near the house.
[daily log: walking, 3km]
Caveat: Poem #1630 “Winter in the rainforest”
ㅁ Last winter at this time, the cold hummed. It tasted trees and wrought sparkles. It made the road as cool glass. This winter's song's distinct. It sends endless storms. It layers rain upon rain upon rain.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #729
This tree oversaw the new culvert’s proper functioning.
[daily log: walking, 2.5km]