windthread

an old drawing…from the days of when i was still making the Fiber Figures…many flying women,  dreaming women,   over that vast New Mexico desert landscape.   

i no longer do this…almost all my drawings….they look directly  "into the camera"….??????    What's happened here?????  more like portraits.  of What?   what are they    portraying?    a       groundedness?    is it because i live amidst    TREES?   is it because i am old now?

there is a 

new

very very small lizard.

on the rock just near where i squat to turn on the water of Jack Flash's hose.   nothing    "established"  yet.   But often enough,  that it's            deliberate.    I have come to say here too…..       Hello Friend,    small one.    Hello.    Are you here?    and if i wait,  what seems like too long,  but ends up being long enough,   "they"  appear on that rock…little and bright eyed.   We are      still.  Just like Uno and Dos.   Same.   but a

new one

so…maybe it's all about More of what the Lizards are teaching me………..

there was the "shirt"…..those lines…..just them for a while.    till i realized it was a "shirt".   then…..whose?    different faces.

until     this one.    Have no idea what's going on here.   

of    Maybe    the last of the 100 +  degree days ???      I hope.    An extravagant   Olive    bread dip ….my bread got hard as a rock stale so i ate it with a spoon….needs tweaking…to be juicier

tomorrow begins the balmy 90s

the intricate and particular forms of Live Oak    not just branches    but   forms.  unlike any other.   These too.   Rivers and  Live Oak trees

the last of the four dams

i've wanted to say something…a couple days….about how

last week,   " The  last of the four dams that nearly destroyed the Klamath River salmon populations,  on the California Oregon border was demolished.  Marking a significant victory for tribes and environmentalists who fought decades to restore the river".

the River

is running

FREEEEEEE.

I'd wanted to draw a river.  and kept saying,  i don't know how…and so i didn't   but today looking through that drawing book,  i see this.   I see that in this pic i drew some few feet of       "my creek",   my childhood creek,   my  "mother"…..a creek in Michigan,  part of the Shiawassee River a sister River of all Rivers,   this Klamath River a Grand Sister of All Rivers

water is Life

to celebrate…i will     practice    drawing rivers

• 
• waiting for a return call from the vet.   It's   HOT.   Fan is whirring.   i'm waiting.    I turn the pages on the sketch pad book,  looking and set it down to go do some small something and return and it's still this drawing.   No vet call yet, so  look around and there on the Table is this Prismacolor pencil….French Grey….???   Why?     All my colored pencils are in a fishing tackle box that the kids use.  Somehow,  this one single French Grey was taken and brought in..????    What would happen if i added it ?  and i do and there is   Some   Thing  happening….just so subtle…maybe like a "breathing"?   on her shirt,  the branches,  the tail of the dog              ??????

just this small thing    and  making food things,   Elote sauce ,   bringing down things from vehicle of that last Friday trip in to the big world….the bag of cat food  from the Feed Store  that because i left  the window open,   Puppy gets  in  and chews a neat hole to self feed  so i duct tape it closed and haul it to the Curry House on the small sled.   and then the wine stocked up from the Dollar Store…Liberty Creek,   cheap but good enough    and the Sheet on Minnow's chair…not so great,  most of it on the ground by morning…a Busy Night for her             so      the lizard.    the lizard says     Listen…..,    Listen.

interviewed possibilities for patching.    beauty a consideration.   Artsy.    until finally accepting the reality that the whole front rim is threadbare and unreliable for a less than delicate dog.   She flings herself on to it.  Catapults herself  off.  

so…the Walnut sheet.  folded in half.   "Tacked" down firmly here in 5 places.   Two sides and 3 along the front.     it's 11:59 pm.  She's been on and off it maybe 6 times in the last 3 hours since dark.   It holds.       Today is the first day of September.  There's October and  then  RAIN will begin.   She won't use it when it's wet.    So…for these days,   it might be just enough.   then….in Spring,  somehow,        Begin Again.   ????

Minnow's chair

in these hot days,  hot nights,   she sleeps outside.   This chair.    she springs from it to guard  the rim of that fenceline down there in the Doe Forest where so much seems to be happening day unto day   night unto night   and she guards.   to come back,  to her chair   and this morning she can't…it's torn.    i want to fix it for her.   if i can.    

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