Don’t be shy.

31 05 2009

Deer eyeing me.
I walked out on the front deck this morning to knock the dried bits of grass off of my best pair of jeans so I could wash them. I shook them a couple times and startled the young deer that was feeding on my landscaping. My deck is high off the ground, and he spun around, a bit of greenery still in his mouth.

It doesn’t seem to matter how quiet I am – the deer run away. So I went ahead and shook the pants some more, struck them against the railing and brushed them with my hand. The deer must have decided that I was noisy enough to be harmless without being too startling, since he went back to feeding.

He looks young and frail, ribs showing, tiny nubs of antlers barely visible, if I’m even seeing them right.

Grass stains

27 05 2009

I meant to write this evening, of this weekend and the stretching and straining of my boundaries, but avoided it. Talked on the phone. Reviewed a patent. Read Wikipedia. Mowed the lawn. Another pair of jeans are green with grass stains. I think this will be my new fashion statement, the faint trace of green that says that I mow my grass, I’ll mow in each of my jeans until they all have the marks of simple labor.

Dandelion sparkles

20 05 2009

The colors in this picture are really remarkable. I’m not completely sure it is a dandelion, although the photographer says it is. I like to take pictures of dandelions myself, but have never seen the dew so thick!



19 05 2009

RilkeFrom wikipedia (in reference to the last entry):

Rainer Maria Rilke (also Rainer Maria von Rilke) (4 December 1875 – 29 December 1926) is considered one of the German language’s greatest 20th century poets. His haunting images focus on the difficulty of communion with the ineffable in an age of disbelief, solitude, and profound anxiety — themes that tend to position him as a transitional figure between the traditional and the modernist poets.

Blank Joy

19 05 2009

She who did not come, wasn’t she determined
nonetheless to organize and decorate my heart?
If we had to exist to become the one we love,
what would the heart have to create?

Lovely joy left blank, perhaps you are
the center of all my labors and my loves.
If I’ve wept for you so much, it’s because
I preferred you among so many outlined joys

— Rainer Maria Rilke

Sleeping Beauty

18 05 2009

by paul

Forget, for a moment, the deception.
See the liquid eyes,
the sweet mouth, juices dribbling.
Watch her yawn and topple
onto a bed of moss and fern.

Observe the serene repose,
the cartoon bunny, the cautious wren.
Consider the spell, proactive.
How a single bite preserves
such ripe perfection.

Sunset Sky

15 05 2009

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