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”
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”
Caveat: Tree #771
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
Caveat: Tree #770
Caveat: Frame Shop Journal #2
Caveat: Poem #1670 “How it works in a rainforest”
Caveat: Tree #769
Caveat: Poem #1669 “Phenomenology”
Caveat: Tree #768
Caveat: Poem #1668 “Synecdoche”
ㅁ Symbols of weather distribute themselves like clouds... well, in fact, they're clouds.
Caveat: Tree #767
Caveat: Poem #1667 “The continent’s defeat at its edge”
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.
Caveat: Tree #765
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.
Caveat: Tree #764
Caveat: Poem #1664 “Their ghosts are there watching”
Caveat: Tree #763
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.