Mountain Morning

August 6, 2019.  After a long trip comes an indefinite period of prowling through camera images and phrases noted in journals, piecing together highlights of experiences to be savored (likely not repeated).   In June we camped several days in the National Forest up above Cloudcroft NM, where we frequent in August for the annual Gathering Of Circles.  This year our mountain time had to be earlier, as Gary’s school year shifted earlier.  Tonight the Gathering begins; but yesterday teachers were already back at Stony Point High School.   Since I cannot be at the Gathering, I am instead immersed in photos and memories of June’s mountain bliss.  Wild irises were in bloom – something I’d never seen before, as they finish their cycle well before August.   I found this haiku in my journal.

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Purple Martins & Other Buddhas

July 31, 2019.   I’m still vibrating from Monday evening in the midst of purple martins amassing at dusk — preparing to migrate into South America.  For a few evenings in July, the sky darkens with wings swooping down from way up high, collective perpetual motion, each bird merging into position, settling to rise again, resettle.  Quite the party scene!  Not sure if they wait for sufficient flock size, or weather cues, or perhaps the just-so moon cycle?  One morning their signals dictate, and away they go — migrating amassed.

I first experienced this rush in 2014.  We’ve missed out in recent years due to summer travels, but this year home early enough.  This collage is from 2014 photos (I had a real camera with me that night).  Some challenges an iPhone simply cannot meet.  And no camera (still or video) can capture the energy of all those wings!  Nor the compatibility of humans in awe.

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Uncovering Path

July 25, 2019.  We have returned from our summer roaming to a yard overgrown with green leafy things we did not plant, do not want – some strange new vine draping over shrubs and walkways as thick as a rug.  There is considerable down-at-ground-level work to be done!  Luckily, the same Ma Nature responsible for all this growth has granted us a week of temperatures unusually cool for Central Texas.  So no complaints, just lots of time in the sun tugging and digging.

The walkway pictured was not visible when we got home.

The red dragonfly (who comes annually) has been a boost to attitude, thus to progress.

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Departure

June 5, 2019.  Greetings from South Llano River State Park (TX) – first pause on our summer travels.

Getting away takes major effort (well worth it!) – this poem reflects on that, as well as the beauty of Texas hill country.  This year the yucca are spectacular.  This collage shows the scene – a bit blurred as pausing to take photos is impractical when towing an Airstream!  The closeup is of a yucca blooming on the trail to one of the bird blinds here at the state park.

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Envelope Of Hope

May 14, 2019.  Some days distractions interrupt, spinning me off into wonderment.  Today has been one of those, thanks to V.J. Knutson’s post of her poem “Bleeding Edges” @ https://vjknutson.org/2019/05/13/bleeding-edges/

The phrase “envelope of hope” just kept tugging at me.  Where better to look for such an envelope than amidst blooming poppies?  These blooms are from last month, collaged with a metaphoric envelope.

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Ephemeral Romance

May 6, 2019. Rains have summoned the spade-foot toads, up from their burrows into misty night air … calling (could this be deemed crooning?) with a knowing confidence and persevering vigor. They like the pond just off the back porch (very near the bedroom window). Mating lasts throughout the night. Unable to sleep, I go out to enjoy the party.

 

Moon Amused

April 30, 2019. How to convey a magical experience? I was so into it while it lasted that “make a video” never occurred to me. The image here (collage of a prior moon photo with clip-art) hopefully conveys the impression of moving along at eye-level with the Good Friday full moon – view constantly bouncing due to varying swag of heavy black power lines. What a start to a weekend camping trip with a loooong drive down to Seminole Canyon State Park (West of Del Rio Tx). Who knew Austin’s I-35 offered a moon-viewing deck?