Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Meta-lect 77 (Oregon Junco)



24 May 2011. As if of old, a mid-day in May--afternoon breeze from the west, nicely cool, red-tailed plane far off in a clear clear sky...

The Oregon Junco, a small friend, long awaited under pine needles and camphor leaves. As was our visit this Sunday, up to the lake-- tall trees across dark green water. And one with many pale leaves, bending low. "My willow," says B, and so it is...

Her small figure on narrow wooden bench, fur-flapped pilot's hat, now at a slight angle, and layers of fleece. The modern kind, warmth--not Jason's quest. A family passes, speaking in Spanish. Mother, father and two boys--"ya vienen los varones..."--he smiles, repeating my phrase...

A love of words...

Two mallards appear, swimming by, also his and hers. Their solemn and welcoming grace...

Monday, May 9, 2011

Meta-lect 76 (White-crowned Sparrow)



9 May 2011. Morning sun, absent squirrels soon to appear. Small unexpected tail emerging from bird feeder, wild life...

Woman with brown hair, dark brown blouse, small russet-colored backpack over her shoulder, just crossing the street with sleekly trimmed terrier on red leather leash...tucking him into waiting car...

Renoir, My Father, his observations, remembered. Homo faber, love of the world...

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Meta-lect 75



6 May 2011. Sunny morning in May, fresh. Green power truck across the way--cab light blinking...

A moment's respite, visitors from afar. The stoic house finch, red breast, perched...

Natasha's plaintive miew--not for food, not for open door--just a plaintive miew. She trundles in, jumps slipperily onto white chair cushion, then up again and onto dresser by the window, sniffing a bit as she goes--the haggadah from B's father, inscribed in his hand, two white porcelain bowls, small and almost perfectly made....

Certain blessings, whichever they may be...