Feeling like I can’t keep up – displaced. Is there a corresponding word for out of step in time?
Links to savor later:
Dwelling with Place: Lorine Niedecker’s Ecopoetics
The Art of Exploring: Flanerie in an Age of Mass Tourism
10 authors who excel on the internet
Dream: driving up the road to my parents’ house. All the houses approaching my parents’ house were burnt shells. Wondering if my parents’ house was also going to be a burnt shell. Wondering what caused this.
I walked out of the building tonight about 7 pm. The wind was fresh and alive. The air was soft and room temperature. I felt like I was surrounded by air. It was delightful. It’s still windy. The house is stuffy. The temperature has dropped.
Sights of today:
Fat tadpoles in dirty pond behind the office.
Wisteria in full bloom hanging over the arbor.
Car on fire on the side of the highway on the way to work.
My sense of home has been challenged these past few days, working on getting my parents’ house ready to sell. I lived there six years from 7th grade through high school, and then summers while in college. And visits for many years thereafter.
After cleaning, it’s a whole new place. I only took photos of these two small outbuildings. The ceiling in the well house is so beautiful. I don’t know what will happen to them.
bird’s nest in pulley, well house
March 30 – morning snow shower – temperatures just above freezing.
Watching Werner Herzog’s “Happy People: A Year on the Taiga” over the weekend gave me a whole new appreciation for spring snow.
dwarf siberian iris
Now that the weather is getting slightly better, I’m interested in finding some new routes in the neighborhood. I tried this route, thought it might be too long, but it was fine.
I use the Moves app to track my walk, but I had to learn how to take a screenshot on the iPhone (Home + Sleep/Wake button), then had to email it to myself to be able to post here. Quite a route in itself!
four miles, one and a half hours
I love the earliest flowers. It is a challenge to get enough of them, they disappear so fast.
crocus at sunset
I’ve been walking in Woodland Park close to home. Today in a spring snowstorm. I felt accompanied by millions.