Monthly Archives: February 2014

Organic volumes

A patchwork of thatch  bound to grow old & decompose organic volumes opened earthen spine broken fresh new life  awoken  underfoot

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Abandoned

Old abandoned fire watch station atop Northwest Peak near Yaak, Montana

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Cricket conscience

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Your conscience is a collection of crickets outside your kitchen window — keeping rhythm so you don’t throw in the dishtowel.

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Green thumbs

Wet tea leaves I fish them out to read the message smears humor foreseenthumbs up & green.

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Stealer’s Wheels

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You pulled weighty wood and wealth behind your white frame, on massive wheels whose roll engrained echoes of groaning timbers felled across forest stubble, sawdust and sandpaper stretching for miles.

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Cumulus-crowned Queens

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Queen Anne’s Lace inflorescences crowned by black & white cumulus picket-fences

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Leaning tops

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A canopy game of tag — tree crowds huddled around a marbled ring — their leaning tops* shooting the breeze. *”Leaning Tops” is actually a term in the game of marbles. When called, a…

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Veins against the grain

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Shadows weave their way as  dark veins against the grain — golden sunlight growing between the cracks.

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Boughs at bat

Boughs at bat with the breeze — long arcs of needles & bark hit sky high — home runs to the sun.

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At the center of it all

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Peering upward through the canopy — my mouth hangs open in awe — I feel small at the center of it all.

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