Friday, November 25, 2016

Autumn Remains of the Day


Thank you for your service....
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Callery Pear Tree Leaves, November 24 2016

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Thursday, November 17, 2016

Apple Harvest Time Along the Reservoir

I was stuck on a limb on the upper east side,
I haven't a clue how I got there!
I was hungry and cold and I needed a nap,
I was lonely and full of despair.
I was inching along in the best way I could, but
I haven't got feet, and I slipped on the wood!
I am fortunate, though,
I fell onto this hole! So,
I ate and I ate, and I'm gaining some weight,
I am warm, I feel great, all I need is a mate!
I am ready nourish my soul!

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Along the East Side of the Reservoir, Central Park

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

A Wrinkle in Time

I looked along the wrinkles in my couch, looking for a random blink of karma. A tiny warp in the woof of time. Oh yes, here's one, and it’s a beauty.I'm weaving away at a plain wool blanket, horse outside, warm piles left to show the way for the summer grass. Oh that’s too far off. I had a saddle though, it was western style, squeaky and smelling of old leather. Aspens along the ridge.

Oh that leather smell!

Pines in the background, sounds of the horses chomping up the yellow grass, rough mane, rough hair, rough feel of western Levis. Old boots with dusty creases, red fire in the wildflowers. White, white clouds along the ridge. Sun somewhere shining.

Now there’s a wrinkle for you.

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Saturday, October 22, 2016

The Rainbow Fountain, Conservancy Garden, Central Park

Our graceful Rainbow plays for a moment in the Italian Garden Fountain. As you can see, Rainbow is already vanishing back into its transparent spirit home. Fortunately, our brave photographer arrived just in time!



A fall afternoon in the Italian Garden

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

A Fall Evening

That was the day I lost my glasses,
A fall evening
Sparrows everywhere
heydaying away in the apple trees.

I still wonder if they‘re stuck up there
Hanging on a limb somewhere
I never thought to look among the branches.
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I hated my glasses anyway
with their scratchy earpieces
and their flesh-colored frames.

Yet mostly I remember sparrows
Squabbling away with the interloping squirrels.

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Apple Trees Along the Jogging Path, Central Park



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Saturday, October 15, 2016

The Secret Garden: Saga of the Sparrow Bowl

It may seem as though the secret garden is an idyllic spot for calm and serenity, but even in paradise there is strife. Our brave photographer was sitting quietly among the berries and the fall lilies, watching Ounce an lots of friends playing in the Sparrow Bowl, when all at once, Red Cardinal came swooping down, scattering sparrows right and left!   Perhaps this swooping was innocent enough, but our brave photographer was so stunned by the chaos that Ounce was entirely forgotten!  Ounce  was furious, and a furious, wet sparrow is a dangerous thing.  Ounce dive-bombed a couple of times and practically drown trying to save the sanctity of the sparrow bowl. 

Amazingly, as stunned as our brave photographer was, the footage was still in the cloud!


Conservancy Garden, October 2016, from daylight into evening
Central Park



Thursday, October 6, 2016

Feathered Red Herring Relaxes in the Secret Garden

Catbird and Cardinal play in the red autumn water.  Ounce couldn't help joining in.

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Hey! I know it's blurry, but it's a start!

Sunday, September 11, 2016

Hope The Guard Dog

We can all relax!  Hope is in charge!

Hope, my Niece's guard dog

Friday, September 2, 2016

The Legend of the Sleeping Green Dinosaur

Once upon a time, back in the day, when the wild Green Dinosaurs roamed the West, a small green spotted egg accidentally rolled out of its nest. Down it tumbled into the deepest and darkest of the Western Canyons.

There, as time would have it, Egg with Green Spots was covered with cold, moist silt. Eons past, and the moist earth rose and fell with the waves of time, tossing Egg about like a ball, and finally dropping Egg far away in the high, dry, Colorado Desert.

And there Egg with Green Spots sat. Egg thought about hatching, but why? What good would it do to roam the empty Earth, without a family or a purpose? “Where is my Dharma now!” cried Egg. “It has come and gone with the desert tides, and I will stay here until I molder”.

So Egg with Green Spots settled in, waiting for the dreary end of things. But one day, there came a sort of rattle!

 “Oh Dear!” Egg uttered with a squeak. “Is this the dreaded Egg-with-Green-Spots-Eating snake I heard about in my nest? “

And all at once, an Iron thing with teeth grabbed onto Egg, and scrapping away at the dry desert dust, it poked a hole in the shell!

“Help!” cried out Egg. “Help me! What’s happening to me!? I’m not an Egg, I’m a small Green Dinosaur inside a shell!!” ….

 “Wh-wha-what’s that moving outside my hole?” Green stuck out an exploratory nose.

“Sniff!” said Green.

“What the Heck is that?” said a Voice. “Hey, Sinclair, Look what I found over here.” He said, grabbing the squirming, wet and squeaking Green, who went limp with confusion.


“Uh Oh," said Green, as he regained his strength.  "What’s that strange happy stuff coming over me?”

“It’s sunshine,” said Sinclair.

Well, you know the rest of the story. Green grew to love the dry Colorado sunshine, and the people streaming by. So every evening, when no one watches, Green cuddles up for a cool nap. And every morning, when the road is empty and the station is resting, Green walks softly over to take it's place among the sacred rocks and legends of the West.


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Fairplay, Colorado-from the bus


Mission for the Day:
1. Find something on your shelf you cherished once. Do you hardly see it anymore?
2. Remember when you came to have it?
3. Maybe take it in your hand and watch it for 20 seconds.
4. See again the circumstance when it came to you.

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

The Power of a Silhouette

Feel your toes grip the wet sand
Inhale the Ocean
listen!
The gulls are playing.

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Mission for the Day

1. In today's travels, isolate a small silhouette .  (it should be a ways away, or we can be grabbed by the   nearest 'Q'. )

2. Pause awhile, and let a blessed, unused memory flood your senses. 

3. Breathe deeply.

4. Smile.




Sunday, August 28, 2016

Southern Colorado

Time swept you away, and I am left with beauty.

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Somewhere near South Park, Southern Colorado


Southern Colorado

Time swept you away, and I am left with beauty.

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Somewhere near South Park, Southern Colorado


Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Promises Wait for Another New Day

The midnight sky is stuffed with moonlight,
but you wouldn’t know it from the afternoon,
filled with grey rain along the edges.

Two figures walk along the empty road,
foreground vivid with the here and now,
while the vanishing point draws relentless close.

What destinies wait behind that grey horizon,
waiting for the early sun to polish up
those dreams we left for dead the night before.
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Thursday, August 4, 2016

On Shakespeare and flora

Would a Rose of Sharon smell as sweet 
If it were named a hollyhock?

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From the new Garden at Cooper Hewitt Museum, Smithsonian Design Museum

Monday, July 25, 2016

The Gold of Life

What will happen to my soul when you are gone?
Will I tack it to a wall in a makeshift frame?

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Reservoir, late evening in July

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Ounce Takes A Bath

Ounce has developed a Characteristic that is not altogether happy.  Ounce does not like to share.

We know already how much Ounce Loves water.  But look how the entire bathbowl is, in the opinion of Ounce, reserved for sole occupancy.  Of course Ounce finaly gives up and flees!

Our amazing photo-journalist has captured this revealing video.  Click the play arrow, and then click the squarish thing on the bottom right of the video for Full Screen! 

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Wednesday, June 22, 2016

The Pigeon Chronicles

The Pidgeon Chronicles, Missive IV

Perhaps you missed missives I-III, I know I did [See Footnote].

Nevertheless, I am here to report I have suffered enough!

As an Urban Volunteer, I embarked on my annual Tree Bed planting obligation, and I completed my task 11 days ago:

  1. Plant shade-adoring impatiens: Done!
  2. Plant with a growing moon: Done!
  3. Plant in loose soil: Done!
  4. Water and fertilize well: Done!
  5. Plant 6 inches apart: Done!

By now there should be happy buds and a few new blooms. But No! I have simply watched the existing blossoms wane away with the waxing moon.

Well!Later that same afternoon I discovered  Pigeon sitting on one impatiens and nibbling on another.

Stricken, I yelled and shooed. Pigeon moved a few inches. I flapped and waved, and that Very Pigeon hopped to my next tree bed over! I ran indoors to notify the Pigeon Police, but by the time they arrived with the net, that Very Pigeon was gone.

Well, this happened three times in a row, and now the Pigeon Police will not even answer their cell. I mean, I am not crying Wolf! And I am not crying Pigeon! I need some simple help!

Desperately in need of rest and solace,
Your Urban Volunteer

[Footnote] You may locate one or more of these missives in the PidgeonParallax archives. These are particularly useful if you have several conflicting views of a pigeon.
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That Very Pigeon, hiding from the Pigeon Police ( near the river )
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Beautiful Tree Bed





Thursday, May 19, 2016

A bubblegum World


Time shattered that day, when I saw through a crack,
another teaming, seething, crystal world,
(I was stuck on my usual side)

It was a  bubblegum world, with grassy places,
trees awake with new leaves,
old limbs fading with the death of winter,

Look,
There’s a beauty!  Boughs swinging in the windy sun,
searching for a new spring nest.   

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Wednesday, April 27, 2016

A Puddle full of Petals

I was skidding through another concrete day
Shoes hitting hard against the sidewalk grey
Sharp shards snapping at the stopped up drain
White sun spitting at a window pane
Background rattle of a subway train.

Then I turned the corner and astonishingly
I see the floating remnants of a cherry tree.


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