I promise myself
more often than intended,
I find myself
At the grocery store
Buying more lemons
But, not to worry
are good for you
It’s been a couple month since my last post, it was dedicated to my friend Bob Dahl a poet and trout fisherman. He read the post, commented and a day or two later suffered a fatal heart attack. I pray that his spirit has found a peaceful, joyful place. I will forever miss him.
I know that feeling of great satisfaction while fly-fishing!
I’ve spent many days on trout streams catching absolutely nothing
After a long day it felt as if I had been there only minutes.
I would get lost in the craft of fly-casting,
in the nature of trees and water
wading against the unrelenting force of the river.
Those days were the most memorable – and successful – of my life.
It wasn’t so much about catching fish
as getting lost in the nothingness of myself.
Life is an abstraction
Lived between the values of black and white
Softly … vividly … extremely
In gradations of gray
But memories are collected
In the nuance of color
Between the depths of suicidal depression
To the euphoria of loves’ tectonic orgasms
The whys of divorce at the age of 74
Are lost in the darkness of expectation
Lost in radiant shades of love’s experience
There are no answers
When it’s over
This sunset photo looking skyward at a lone tree is a bit of a cliché, but still, filled with symbolism for the end of the year 2020. We can all hope for a sunrise on a New Year promising an end to the pandemic, a burgeoning economy, healthcare for everyone and reasonably priced education that every student can afford without sustaining overwhelmingly burdensome debt.
Although heavy rain fell most of the night, this elegant toadstool withstood the downpour. This morning it was fresh, looking newly developed, but by late afternoon it began to droop; age is having its affect.
I believe this fungus is poisonous to humans, but the ants seem to be getting something beneficial from it.