This tree said “Uh oh, snow’s back.”
[daily log: walking, 3km; retailing, 6hr]
Month: March 2021
Caveat: Unarthurized
I watched Arthur get on an airplane this morning. He’s bound for Portland, Colorado, Oklahoma – points south. He was pretty disappointed that Covid interrupted his standard winter tour of his friends and relatives. So once vaccinated and all that, he pretty quickly moved to remedy the missed trip. I’ll stay here and work at the gift shop and ‘hold down the fort.’ It will do us both good, a bit of a break from each other. Hopefully his travels go well.
Caveat: Poem #1704 “Grammar’s fault”
ㅁ And it came to pass that the syntax was questioned, the story ignored.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #803
This tree brooded in the gray dusk.
[daily log: walking, 2km; retailing, 6hr]
Caveat: Poem #1703 “Washed inside and out”
ㅁ And it came to pass that the morning dawned with rain and the ghosts were cleaned.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #802
This tree was viewed from an angle.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1702 “800 Trees”
ㅁ And it came to pass some eight hundred daily trees appeared in this blog.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #801
This tree asked, “What spring?”
[daily log: walking, 2.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1701 “Music”
ㅁ And it came to pass the trees, stones and brooding sea all sang their sad songs.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #800
This tree feels somehow more significant in a numerological sense. Anyway, it’s been featured before. It’s right downhill from my storage tent – it’s the tree that “caught” the tent when it tried to roll away in the big wind.
[daily log: walking, 2.5km]
Caveat: Frame Shop Journal #5
It was a slow week at the frame shop. I actually only made one frame for a paying customer – it was a repair job, at that, and not a new frame at all. The customer was very pleased, though, because in taking apart the frame, I found a bunch of “long lost” family baby pics stashed behind the picture shown and sealed into the frame.
Sometimes the frame shop is slow not due to lack of customers, but because we rely on our supplier to send us the pre-cut frames ready to assemble for orders we’ve requested, and sometimes those deliveries are slow – that’s life on an Alaskan island for you.
To use up some time during my frame shop hours, I focused on improving my mat-cutting skills. I got adventurous, and tried some circles (using a special, very finicky tool) and some “lines” in box shape around the cut area of the mat (I’m not sure what these lines are formally called, but they’re popular on high-end matting styles).
So I did a bunch of mat cuts and then dropped random objects – a company brochure, a cartoon cat I quickly sketched – into them to give them focus.
Caveat: Poem #1700 “What’s the point?”
ㅁ The map laid it out: imagined cartographies full of aimless nodes.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #799
This tree’s picture was taken a little over a week ago.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Caveat: Poem #1699 “No sense of humor”
ㅁ The cormorant sat. I spoke to it playfully. It squawked, unamused.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #798
This tree is reaching out.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1698 “Deceptive weather”
ㅁ The dawn came, rainless. Well, what kind of place is this? I felt quite confused.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #797
This tree is fatter than its neighbors.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km; retailing, 6hr]
Caveat: Poem #1697 “Not that your answer matters”
ㅁ So, I'm wondering, You think these poems are okay? They're pretty boring.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #796
This tree is dying due to fire damage. I took this picture a few days ago when there was some fresh snow.
[daily log: walking, 3km; retailing, 6hr]
Caveat: Poem #1696 “Powerful prophecies”
ㅁ The forecast said rain. Sometimes the forecast is right. Like, when it says rain.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #795
This tree saw the sun make an appearance and illuminate my little greenhouse (maybe pick the small alder tree that I planted last year just to the left of the door). So I worked in the greenhouse preparing some planters for planting soon.
[daily log: walking, 2km; digging in the dirt, 2hr]
Caveat: Poem #1695 “A timeless narrative”
ㅁ Then more recently, the narrative got muddled by obstinate time.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #794
This tree (foreground) is preparing to leave (that is, send out its fresh spring leaves).
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1694 “Sun vs Moon in the primeval garden”
ㅁ Long ago, the sun had a garden. She worked her hands in the damp earth. Sometimes the stars helped with seeds. The green things flourished, there. The moon watched, jealous. One night, she crept. She sent clouds. It rained. Flood.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #793
This tree was near a little plastic and fabric rainbow windmill thingy that I bought at the gift store for about 15 bucks and planted at the head of lot 73’s driveway.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]