This tree watched with the other trees as the studio reconstruction project finally saw some progress.
The “foundation” is square and level (within 1-2 inches, which is my margin-of-error for this type of project), and I have begun putting the skeleton back together. Then it started to rain again so I went back inside.
[daily log: walking, 2km; pickaxing mud and roots, 2hr]
Month: February 2021
Caveat: Poem #1673 “It failed to answer”
ㅁ There is a bird there: the branch outside my window. So I said, "Hi bird!"
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #772
This tree has failed to detach from my treehouse, despite some very windy days.
[daily log: walking, 3km]
Caveat: Poem #1672 “Reliability”
ㅁ my clockwork bladder awakens me each morning right at five-fifteen
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #771
This tree observed a change in the weather.
[daily log: walking, 3km]
Caveat: Poem #1671 “The elder gods”
ㅁ antisocial potholes vagrant potholes migratory potholes geologic potholes random potholes unexpected potholes cowardly potholes illusory potholes amoebic potholes epistemic potholes inchoate potholes abyssal potholes the car's tires roll and dodge across, up, through, around, among, between... and fail lurking potholes somnolent potholes narcotic potholes welcoming potholes
– a quennet.
Caveat: Tree #770
This tree reached for the setting sun, but failed to catch it.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Caveat: Frame Shop Journal #2
The frames I completed this week were these.
Caveat: Poem #1670 “How it works in a rainforest”
ㅁ The Fall had the rain. But then Winter was rainy. Rain now hints of Spring.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #769
This tree malingered beneath a dawn moon.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km; retailing, 6hr]
Caveat: Poem #1669 “Phenomenology”
ㅁ There's no perfection. There are eddies and currents. There will be events.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #768
This tree noticed it had snowed.
[daily log: walking, 3km; retailing, 6hr]
Caveat: Poem #1668 “Synecdoche”
ㅁ Symbols of weather distribute themselves like clouds... well, in fact, they're clouds.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #767
This tree is making an effort, despite its youth.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1667 “The continent’s defeat at its edge”
ㅁ In water's empire - its satrapies of damp trees - snow conquers nothing.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #766
This tree was dead, but towered over other, living siblings.
[daily log: walking, 2km; pickaxing holes in the mud and rocks, 3hr]
Caveat: Poem #1666 “Events in a darkroom”
ㅁ Wind, purple clouds hanging, spots of blackness, patches of white snow, something greenish, or brown, inchoate shapes emerging, gravel on the gray road, waiting, the sky's first light rendering the world.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #765
This tree saw the snow turn back to rain.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Caveat: Poem #1665 “The bucket”
ㅁ I overturned the bucket, gave a thunk, a big, round chunk of ice hit the cold ground, to sit.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Tree #764
This tree saw the rain had turned to snow.
[daily log: walking, 3km]
Caveat: Poem #1664 “Their ghosts are there watching”
ㅁ There beside the road, I see some bones, abandoned by their denizens.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #763
This tree saw fast-rushing water over ice.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Caveat: Frame Shop Journal #1
My duties at the gift shop are focused around my role as the “frame shop guy” – the gift shop is the only retail location on the island that does custom picture framing, and there is a fairly steady demand for this service. Wayne, the store’s owner (along with his wife Donna), was the guy who brought this service to the island when they opened the gift shop a bit over 20 years ago.
Working two days a week, there is enough to do in the frame shop that that is mostly what I do. I enjoy it, as it allows me to express my creative side a bit more than most other aspects of working in the store. I have decided to keep a picture journal of the frames I put together. The pictures below are from the last 2 weeks. I’ll maybe post this picture journal once a week or once every two weeks. The things being framed are quite diverse, from parents memorializing their kids’ drawings or paintings to fine art (often local native art) to photography to motivational posters.
Caveat: Poem #1663 “Social media”
ㅁ First, I click the thing, and then I think to myself, why did I click that?
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #762
This tree stood aside for a frozen waterfall.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km; retailing, 6hr]