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i see something that is the Most Wonder FULL that i have ever seen.

This.   from Marti's  synchronistic  link in her comment.   

Wildlife Photograph of the Year    London Natural History Museum  First Place 

Shane Gross Vancouver Island, BC    who snorkled through lily pads in the Wetlands.   From  59,228  entries   117 countries.

i cannot express the exhilaration i might feel if i were in their midst   and i think….a while back….the release of the Klamath River…returning Wetlands     How this would  now be recurring there…finally.   The JOY of it.

Thank You, Marti

there's a      feeling     with tadpoles….i haven't been able to find it.

don't forget to tap

ADD ON

this is a couple hours later.     I realize that these posts recently are kind of,  uhhhh,   lacking.   But there's nothing i can do about that.   Just is how it is.   I won't make things up.    If there's  nothing,   then,  well….

so i'm here at the table and i nodded off.   and then…a few minutes ago,  woke .     Listened.  Checked the time.  9  something.  Sat…listening.    There is an OWL.    just right here…in the morning tree.   WHY?,  too close…shouldn't be so close but is and i worry about  Puppy.   I breathe.   Listen more and here they come…that pack of coyotes and Minnow leaps into action and barks barks and as has happened recently,  the barks extend out into Howls,   better even than the coyotes  and that hound,  the large hound  that runs now and then is running tonight down near/far at the highway and baying.  A plane overhead.  I'm going to go out and walk.  

don't forget to tap it     so    tadpole can swim

so,  not only being sideways,   it's the edit that matters….the Dark  Light    It's the door knob.  a beautiful cobalt glass and brass.

Typepad takes it's time.   Nothing today.

 

i've wanted to do this for i don't know how long…over a  year for sure.   2 maybe?  3 even?     There were also many straight pins collected over time  that had to be separated out.   A lot of dust and little particles,  debris.    The candle holder is from my childhood.   I took one.  Left the other for  my brother.    Washed with soapy water and then each one of these things.    Dried each one.   Finally.    Took the time.    

this might be a good pic for typepad

she put her outfit together.   Note the boots.   From a sale table.   Finding  her fashion statement.   Cat leggings,  metalic boots,  butterfly backpack.    Eclectic,  right?   and also the work gloves on the stump.  i cannot say     how much     i love     this human being.   

day 2.    Trying to load this one simple pic.   and repeats of this one simple pic.   what appears on the screen:

Image Proxy.  HTTP error   Unknown Image Proxy error

this happens now and then and usually if i just have patience,  wait an hour or so and try again,  things just return to normal.   Sometimes it takes waiting longer.      This time….i began early in the day yesterday.   Then off and on.   Then over and over every little while for the last hours of yesterday,   thinking….any minute.       Then i just went to sleep.    First thing this morning,  try again and      still.    So…will give up for now.    Try to find out what that Image Proxy thing is.   Maybe fill out a Typepad Help Ticket….but they take days.

so…just to say…

FRIDAY EVE:

Help Ticket filed.

in comments,   Beth again speaks of ad blocker issues.   For her,    196 pop ups         then,  Deb L  says just posting comment was hard. 

so,  QUESTION:     How pervasive are these two issues?    And,   are there others?

And,  to note     when tapping image above      to enlarge    it comes up correctly rotated.   ?????????

Enough for today.    This eve Feed,  filling the water tubs….again….this small frog watches.   I want to talk about this.

second day in a row and i give.     There were many words.   yesterday.    then this eve, too.    an hour or so ago and all disappeared as well as this image above.   So….i give.     Yesterday, also this laptop crashed.   Alyssia gave a temporary fix it seems?   

here we are now tho.    This image,  which is a photograph,  do not have attribution….but is so magical….appears as maybe a pastel drawing?    But no.    and past all the lost words,   to me,  it's proof of the god Thing as i imagine the god Thing to be…Brilliant and  Joyfull….those blackwhiteblackwhite blackwhite antennae even….

am feeling a little bit crazy and that's ok.   There's this Being.   it's real.

out back at the juncture of hardware splitters for hoses,   where i go twice a day every day.    There are Nine.   I'd watched since they were birth seedlings,   those two propeller leaves,   then     seeing them become      Tomatoes

just down from the greywater  pipe.   Volunteers….seeds must have flowed out with waste  water    taken hold ,  set root.    I thought about how i'd not granted them much because they are not in a " good place"…are in this stoney  shady slope,  will probably   "come to nothing"….as in ….no blossoms,  no tomato        But really,   they are miracles.   Their WILL .    just as they are….Enough.    I celebrated.

Friday.   Had to be at Alyssia's  driveway in town at the ungodly hour of 7:40  am.    so i could follow her to Emrie's school  for the morning Assembly when Emrie would be receiving Student of the Month Award.    As i closed the Big Gate,    there…..MANY blooms of Madia.       BLOOMS.     Any time before that in the last month or so,  if i had been asked,  i would have said….NO,  they are finished now.   Because when i leave here around 11  am,   all the blossoms are closed and bent and tight into themselves

but this morning

they were     OPEN.   Faces UP to the Sun that was rising…..not in profusion as in the Spring,   but enough…Many…..Facing  up and out and BeautyFull.   and i thought to take a pic  but was worried about time so decided to do that when i got back

and then      i got back      and  it was a whole different Picture….no blooms….all pinched close and looking dried

and this.

this is what i love knowing now,  in these days,   how  there's so much i don't really know that i think i know,   that i don't know.