Milkweed Pods
White River
Category: Photography
Yellow Tractor
Birthday Girl
Miss Brown is 10 years old today. She’s celebrating by commandeering my spot on the couch. She also had a can of damnfinetasty dog food for lunch, which she hoovered up too quickly for me to get photos of.
A Walk in the Country
Interior of silo
Barn door next to silo
Driftwood
Wood anemone
I went to Muncie over the weekend, and went for a walk in the country with my mom and brother. There’s an old grain silo on the property that used to be used for singing and drumming. There is still a circle of chairs and the remains of candles and old light sticks inside, but because the silo is no longer stable, it’s not used anymore.
Miss Brown
I don’t usually bother making the bed, aside from pulling up the covers, because as soon as I do, Harriet pulls everything apart to make herself a nest. Her mission in life is to be as comfortable as possible.
Mammatus Clouds
These are my favorite cloud formations, because they’re dramatic, but not normally directly associated with severe storms. They only lasted a short while before dissipating, and then the sky was just boring rainy grey for the rest of the afternoon. Luckily, I happened to look out the window at the right time.
Rainy Day
It poured rain this morning, and most of the day the sky was wall-to-wall grey, but the clouds are starting to break up. And I’m not really complaining. I just checked on my garden, and it’s happy. There are tender shoots popping up everywhere. Primroses, irises, lilies, columbine, bleeding hearts, and all sorts of other stuff.
Notes to Self
One of these days, I’m going to remember to buy staples. I have a nearly full box of them, but they are horrible. The glue holding them together is brittle, so the staples break apart and jam my stapler.
Partly Finished, Partly Not
The poem is done, but the artwork is not. That’s on the schedule for tomorrow. Survivor and Lost are on tonight, so I’m going to be gorging on television starting in about five minutes.
How many would have recognized
the world in which they lived?
Their ideas molded by institutions
and the imperial cult
the groundless assertion
of their unique devotion
the progress of the gods
kingdoms and empires acquired and expanded
wars and victories without piety.
The pact
formed by criminals and murderers,
they were sacrilegious masters.
They sided with tradition —
illegal baptism
enslavement to the martyrs
agony endured and born a new —
an order
founded upon divine claims,
and some dared insist
divine right.
Sassafras
red paper boat 