Oh am I getting good! Though now there is some question around having come up with this 'font' but, at risk of giving up too easily, I am just letting it be. Here are Tigger and Meat Pie. In this moment, Tigger is apparently feeling magnanimous as he is in close proximity to a dog and not slapping anyone, at the moment. Meat Pie is Meat Pie, loving that wood stove.
I have purchased a new camera. It isn't exactly new, but it is very new to me. A Nikon D50, perhaps more camera than I will ever get used to, perhaps not. My intention is to regale you all with fabulous images of my adorable and most incredibly trained and obedient canine friends, Meat Pie and Luna. So far the only problem is that Luna is so camera-shy that she hides in the Cannas with her spotted round butt facing me. The other small problem, soon to be remedied, is figuring out how to get said images into the computer and onto my blog. Ha! No problem!
Grey skies are inviting me outside. Too soon I go to work, so sooner than that I will traipse to the river with almonds in my pocket.
Regale: To delight or entertain; give pleasure to.... to entertain sumptuously with food and drink...
who is that woman lashed to the front of the ancient mariner's ship? did I do something really wrong or was it a simple misjudgement?
with breasts bared to the wind and sea spray red hair coiled in a permanent wave wooden garments plastered against the round of my belly and muscular thighs this cutting edge is seeming tedious
who is this woman wrestling free of bondage paint chips flying in the gale, toes bare beneath the carved folds of skirt facing your abrupt departure searching for innocent answers
I know her. She points onward she loves without question bumping into sadness and grief tears cleansing doubt and fear awash in the eternal love of you
My friend and mentor, Don Lumpkins, died this past weekend. His death has brought healing to my life, has brought me more truth and trust in my life and relationship with Wayne. Don loved and wrote poetry, though I have yet to read his poetry.
Swallowtail Butterflies are fresh and new by the first of April. Larabee is a hidden valley created by the Eel River. Perhaps I have lived here since time began, a butterfly in the willows on the banks of a Northern river.