began with just pencil to paper,  to ease it all,   no forethought whatsoever.    this after several iterations….just continuing,  because the doing of it is comforting.    ' if you see some image,   don't tell me.   i need to go "blind".  i don't  "like" it,  but i need it.   need the doing of it.  the…

ive tried to get a pic of this branch a zillion times…it is so delicate…ephemeral in a way…that's the wrong word,  but leads in the right direction.   There are 7 arms/legs of it and it is dancing.    it extends Out over the space of this table.   To see it as it truly is i…

so i tried something i've never tried before….Maybe?   and i also filled out yet another Help Ticket with Typepad.   We'ss see when i push publish. Internet not good in general.   Takes forever to just get here.   keeps saying    This site can't be reached    or   No Data Connection.  Maybe snow. and then,   the reality…

so here we are again,  same as yesterday.   BUT,   as CatherinE made the Brilliant discovery,  if you click the pic to enlarge,  it orients correctly!    So,  again.    after today,  if this continues,  i don't know.   Internet in general is weak. a mess here.   and i  just don't care.   Other than the glorious SUN…

    i  can't turn it.   orient it.   Typepad just won't.  so ok.   it needs to be here anyway…Journal page   IMPORTANT  so here then.  This way.  these are the piles of branches and twigs that need to be dealt with.   Fire fuel.   it is forcast rain all this week.  They gathered them and on last…

hadn't been there since Tay got sick and couldn't go that far  but yesterday i went to get the hose spray nozzle to use down at A.  They are going to burn brush from the tree work.    and there…..much to my Joy….the young Manzanita is BLOOMING!   Her first time.   was windy, the lense not…

there's Jack.   Jumpin Jack Flash.   He who aspired to become Buck of the Universe.  and sort of was.   so short a time he had his day.   but now,   back at it,  his old self that never learns.   repeat.  repeat.  repeat.    We covered the whole front fence line with a kind of chicken wire that…

twilight.   Talkie goes to bed.   Same.   Every day.   as she goes,  slowly up the branches,  one to another,  she talks to herself,  a long conversation of things,   once she's there,  on her twig,  she stops.   Silent till morning.   to repeat another and another and another day.   

some conversation while placing stones.    Me :  something about Tay    …  is        Emrie :  was,   Old Nana.  she is dead.     i am stopped….in my tracks.  Was….Is…..   and i say no.   Is.   for me,   Is.       Emrie:  maybe she is deciding. for me,   is. These last nights i have…