ㅁ Bad philologists invent implausible tongues which no one can speak.
– a pseudo-haiku
Month: December 2021
Caveat: Tree #1051
This tree is tilted (well, maybe it was the camera).
[daily log: walking, 3km; dogwalking, 4km]
Caveat: Dogwalking #2
In my neverending quest to enumerate all of life’s sundry banalities, I will share some pictures from a second dogwalk, this morning, after having written up the first dogwalk yesterday. The world is being exceptionally photogenic lately, anyway.
Caveat: Poem #1951 “Centrists”
ㅁ Fun philologists generate appendices for complex fictions.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Tree #1050
This tree is from my past. I took this picture in April, 2016, along a street a few blocks north from my apartment in Ilsan, Korea. It’s along the main route I would take to walk to the cancer center, along the western edge of Jeongbalsan Park. The pink paper lanterns hanging on the trees are part of the celebration of Buddhamas (Buddha’s birthday), a normal springtime holiday generally falling in April or May.
[daily log: walking, 3km; dogwalking, 3.5km]
Caveat: Dogwalking
Our neighbors-down-the-road, Mike and Penny, have a dog named Maya. Maya is a very energetic young malamute. Yesterday when I was at work, Penny came into the gift shop and reported that Mike had had an incident while walking the dog, and had fallen down and because of that, was now unable to walk the dog. Penny described a dog desperate for dogwalking.
Now that I am not working so much on my treehouse project – which was a lot of physical labor and excellent exercise – I think I need to start walking more. So I volunteered to walk down to Mike and Penny’s house and take the dog on a walk. What better morning for a neighborly dogwalk than one coated in fresh-fallen snow? I walked down to their house, collected the dog, walked with her back up to our house and back down to their house again, then walked back home. Total, about 5km just for that.
Here are some pictures from my long dogwalk.
Caveat: Poem #1950 “Illumination”
ㅁ When I woke up, now, I went out and walked, predawn. Stars and snow made light.
– a pseudo-haiku
Caveat: Tree #1049
This tree was by the road.
I went and got Arthur at the airport after leaving work today. He arrived safely back among the trees and precipitation.
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 6hr]
Caveat: Poem #1949 “A dark grey mission”
ㅁ In winter's dark the stones lurk, stark my light's an ark guiding my way. Raindrops glisten; I walk, listen without mission to start my day. I stand and think on the path's brink trees shade like ink... the sky turns grey.
– a rhupunt – a Welsh poem style I tried once before.