This tree prepared for additional precipitation.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Month: September 2021
Caveat: Poem #1887 “Meritocracy”
ㅁ Diligence doesn't result in success; luck plays a role when statistics regress: Random events and the spinnings of time; harsh distributions of reason and rhyme.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Tree #986 “Rough-hewn towtruck”
This tree (or these trees – mounted to the back of the pickup truck) has been granted a new role as a hand-crafted tow-truck boom.
This is pure “Alaska Gothic” in my opinion, and I enjoyed seeing this.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km; retailing, 6hr]
Caveat: Poem #1886 “Frames”
ㅁ Frames enclose images and suggest ways of looking at things, new angles, perspectives, on the same old world's contents, but it's all just a mental trick, a simple reframing, so to speak.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #985
This tree oversaw a small, emergent patch of fall color.
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 6hr]
Caveat: Poem #1885 “Sun creeps southward”
ㅁ The equinox has passed, so... the dawn comes later, you know... I still get up early, though.
– an englyn milwr.
Caveat: Tree #984
This tree faced fog and mist.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1884 “For when the muses fail me”
ㅁ If I examine the art, study its patterns, each part, I find new memories start.
– an englyn milwr.
Caveat: Tree #983
This tree saw the addition of a sixth wall panel to my treehouse, and then I lifted the first roof-rafter into place.
[daily log: walking, 2.5km; banging and hoisting, 4hr]
Caveat: Poem #1883 “Card catalog”
ㅁ My insomnia arrives, ruffles through my brain's archives; a fragment of dream survives.
– an englyn milwr.
Caveat: Tree #982
This tree saw the 5th of 10 wall sections added to the treehouse.
[daily log: walking, 3km; sawing and banging, 4hr]
Caveat: Poem #1882 “How the world works”
ㅁ The world pretends by rearranging things, by moving atoms constantly through arcs, through curves of time and space in ways that cause the ghosts of complex things to manifest.
– a philosophical quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Tree #981
This tree is seen down the hill.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Caveat: Poem #1881 “Demiurges”
ㅁ All the streets seem real enough. The terrain is broken, rough. But it's all made of dream-stuff.
– an englyn milwr.
Caveat: Tree #980
This tree at the top of the hill in downtown Craig battled gale-force winds during today’s storm.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1880 “Scary bear”
ㅁ The bear had crossed the river and looked up at the road, here; I saw it; made me shiver.
– an englyn milwr.
Caveat: Tree #979
This tree saw a double rainbow at 7 am.
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 6hr]
Caveat: Poem #1879 “Rain gauge”
ㅁ The guy said it's rained a lot; seventeen inches we've got; that is September's snapshot.
– an englyn milwr.
Caveat: Tree #978
This tree failed to note the equinox.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km; retailing, 6hr]
Caveat: Poem #1878 “Rainforest patterns”
ㅁ Why so much about the rain? You might ask. Well in this task, past the pain, I write what I see, again.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Tree #977
This tree was prepared for more rain.
[daily log: walking, 1km]
Caveat: Poem #1877 “The ghosts of slugs passed”
ㅁ The slugs, they race across the road with hopes, expecting to avoid the zooming cars; but now and then the tires take their toll, and leave a slug in ghost form, free at last.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
Caveat: Tree #976
This tree witnessed the addition of the fourth wall section to the treehouse.
[daily log: walking, 2km; banging and sawing, 2hr]
Caveat: Poem #1876 “Forty-second stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon sat in the dark before dawn trying to focus her mind: where'd it gone? Time had been swallowed by efforts in vain; now all she had was the slow, quiet rain.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter.
Caveat: Tree #975
This tree was foregrounded by part of my treehouse-in-progress.
Meanwhile, I found a few vegetables in my mold-garden (aka greenhouse).
[daily log: walking, 3.5km; retailing, 7hr]
Caveat: Best Sports Video Ever
I don’t really follow sports. But this was very funny.
It reminded me of some of the weird sports I used to invent with my stepson Jeffrey when he was young.
Caveat: Poem #1875 “Narratology”
ㅁ It's in the nature of narrative to ensnare imagination and launch brief detours of mind conjuring mental scenes vague speculations memories too more solid concrete thoughts
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #974
This tree has green neighbors.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Caveat: New server, same old city, but less old than before
[This is cross-posted from my other blog.]
Having worked furiously, all summer, in taking over the hosting for Opengeofiction, I have now finally reached a point where I feel like investing some time in the creative side – and actually work on the map again for a while.
I have added quite a bit of new area to the city of Ohunkagan. I’ve been saying that, within my “historical approach,” that I’ve brought it up to 1920, but I think there’s more I want to do before I call it officially caught up to 1920. So let’s call it 1917 or so. Also, some of the surrounding communities are still back before 1900 – e.g. Prairie Forge, Iyotanhaha, Riverton. They need to catch up, too. So here’s the new “work-in-progress” gif. 
Here is the current snapshot.
[Technical note: screenshot taken at this URL (for future screenshots to match).]
Here’s the wider area snapshot.
[Technical note: screenshot taken at this URL (for future screenshots to match).]
Caveat: Poem #1874 “My jawbone”
ㅁ The radiation weakened some bones. So the teeth on my lower jaw... well, they have difficulties. That's what the dentist said. She confirmed for me that which I knew already about bones.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #973
This tree is from my past. It grows amid some buddhist statuary I visited on the Korean island called Ulleungdo in September, 2009 – one of my favorite places in Korea. I took the photo with my old flip-phone, and you can see the time-stamp in the lower right.
[daily log: walking, 3km]
Caveat: Poem #1873 “Loss, enforced”
ㅁ I lay in bed like a cold statue I had aged more than usual but sleep was still failing me the old pains nagged at me the scars in my mouth and down my neck ache often enforce loss
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #972
This tree saw funguses growing on the roof of a shed.
Time consumes all.
[daily log: walking, 4.5km; retailing, 6hr]