Thursday, May 19, 2005

With regard to the "Great Clouds" poem: wait to mourn someone's passing until you're absolutely certain they're really truly gone. They may just turn back and kiss you smack on the face. As my fickle clouds have done, after a brilliant blue noon hour. And before I'd booted up and scooted out to mush up the soggy hillsides and photograph wildflowers they were back and raining all over me. Sorting and packing hardly begun here. I expect we'll gain momentum. 2:42:36 PM    comment []

Find today's wildflowers here. Lupines 2:05:03 PM    comment []