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”
Caveat: Tree #803
Caveat: Poem #1703 “Washed inside and out”
ㅁ And it came to pass that the morning dawned with rain and the ghosts were cleaned.
Caveat: Tree #802
Caveat: Poem #1702 “800 Trees”
Caveat: Tree #801
Caveat: Poem #1701 “Music”
ㅁ And it came to pass the trees, stones and brooding sea all sang their sad songs.
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?”
Caveat: Tree #799
Caveat: Poem #1699 “No sense of humor”
Caveat: Tree #798
Caveat: Poem #1698 “Deceptive weather”
ㅁ The dawn came, rainless. Well, what kind of place is this? I felt quite confused.
Caveat: Tree #797
Caveat: Poem #1697 “Not that your answer matters”
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.
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”
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.
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]