Early May is a transition to spring. Spring equates to longer and warmer days. Trees release pollen, male robins sing, seeking a female of the species, for mating and nest building. What is Robin consciousness? Is there a smidgen of self-awareness in the matrix of instinct? Does a robin “feel”, register loss in any…
It is camera lucidathat we should say(such was the name of that apparatus,anterior to Photography,which permitted drawing an object through a prism,one eye on the model, the other on the paper);for, from the eye’s viewpoint, “the essence of the imageis to be altogether outside,without intimacy,and yetmore inaccessible and mysteriousthan the thought of the innermost…
It is Monday, the first Monday in May. The time comes for considering the types and number of vegetable plants which I intend to place into the ground for the growing season. Tomatoes certainly and cucumbers. What vegetables will Finlea, our grand daughter happily enjoy? The thrust of my present, — is dedicated on…
The morning, Saturday features frost. After all May 2nd is early enough; that rotation of the earth’s axis inclining the northern hemispheres toward light and heat is not enough to dispel the condensation to freezing of water, frost. Frost will come and go for a week or so. After which time vegetables will be…
History is hysterical: it is constituted only if we consider it, only if we look at it— and in order to look at it, we must be excluded from it. As a living soul, I am the very contrary of History, I am what belies it, destroys it for the sake of my own…
April’s final day promises to be glorious with a Natality that always surprises and inspires. Having witnessed the emergence of vegetation in springtime year by year, I feel delight once again at the onrush of life. New life rises up from a brown and gray debris strewn ground. Never ending life is concealed from…
Wednesday is midweek. Another day of magnificent light… Perhaps I will be able to transport what remains of my mulch pile to a proper location somewhere in the yard. Life is a matter of making small adjustments, is it not? Small adjustments accumulate. The big picture is effected, transformed, made otherwise than if we’d…
A Springtime Tuesday rushes onward, a wave-force concealed under the surface. The wave builds and if you choose to ride you are uncertain as to what the veiled pulse of energy will become at the moment of crest. Do we need to know though, in order to enjoy the ride? Saturday of the past…
“Animula” ‘Issues from the hand of God, the simple soul’ To a flat world of changing lights and noise, To light, dark, dry or damp, chilly or warm; Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs, Rising or falling, grasping at kisses and toys, Advancing boldly, sudden to take alarm, Retreating to the…
Saturday morning. My gaze is drawn to the window, to sunlight that streams into the room. The blue sky beckons me, thin gray clouds scuttling southward, drawing away from the dim glow of this screen (a necessary tool). Desire. What is desire? Desire is inclination for movement, for pleasure of bodily movement, the wind…
