KenKen

Internal pick of the litter yesterday morning : part of New York Times puzzle page with crossword diagram and pair of number puzzles under heading KenKen. The page was on carpeted steps linking first and second floors.

No sooner do I glance at this heading, thought of reversal enters in and KenKen becomes NekNek > neck neck. You could scramble letters for less intelligible results like keynote speaker.

A dear, deer friend who shares an interest in fishing and wading bird has been streaming photographs of herons.

Not long after the naming of day “Neck and Neck or KenKen,” I receive two photos of one heron each – the birds are prominent, the legs evident, bodies apparent. One is what I call egg butt heron pose, the other stands standard way. Look again. What springs to mind? They are Neck and Neck.

 

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Upper Black Eddy

is a place in Pennsylvania along the Delaware River and also a combination of words that springs back to mind every so often, such as when peering over the side of Reber’s Bridge to see a stranded tree that is lodged in the middle of Tulpehocken creek and has two large branches from what is the left side as seen from this vantage point and another much more submerged one from right side, that divides off from trunk at lower point than other two, causing a swirl of water within space between tree trunk and submerged limb. To the other side, water flows clear and relative fresh, no sign of sudsy mud bubbles that are locked in if you but glance over hump of  bark hull of partway sunken vessel. On the fresh side fishes a man with a natural net and some kind of metal pole – not his rod – that is laid in the water. He holds a rod in his hands – flash of grasshopper green – scene through the metal open grid.

It has been about 5 years, I think, since I have walked this upper end of the county park trail, a place I saw daily for several years. Much tree removal and trimming, part of the parks ongoing tree and trail plans. I have just come from the county recycling center which is open 8 to 1 on Tuesday. They accepted a stereo CD player our household wore out. Two men working there said today is quiet, Saturdays are very busy, with lines that begin at 7:15 in the morning and wrap around the barn, extend along Hilltop road. On a very busy day 280 vehicles in four hours, dropping off televisions and electronic equipment. What point of origin? All from Berks? Point of No Return. I test the tip jar, it works. They give me a magnet with 2017 Special Waste Collections information and let me know there will not be an event at the stadium.

The path I am on has one or two pathlings, four small red feathers, a jumbo black walnut with black and rust coloration enhanced by rainfall. A squirrel fetched something from the canal scampers through the water, which must be up to its belly, runs up a slope, scoots up a small tree with a number of low branching trunks. A small dead rodent, wet grey fur, lies in the grass. Some trees are draped with inches-thick vines, natural artistry, kind of a fhasion, show A turtle bobs in  lock water, another turtle and another – try to discern markings on shells, try to divine them. Four turtles, one with sort of scarab and another flower. Scull and cross bones. A pirate band-aid, for real.  “I am a camera.”

Upon return to trail head, a tall standing heron alert in the creek, accompanied by two fly-fishermen.  Lovely grey color, beautiful fennel fanned feathers looks about. From the bridge, the bird seems to be on triangulate rock. Now, a runner on trail – wading bird rotates its head toward and opens beak possibly to comment on fellow two-legged creature.

In the parking lot men trim trees that would be, I believe, on federal government side of things. Antique Versalift boasts three red Keystone symbols that appear to have been painted or stencilled. One guy smokes cigar, two has chain saw and third takes off his yellow hard-hat, revealing soft baseball cap and he heads toward bridge, as if heron were calling.

Corinth

One of my pillars of society was broken during night. Dark started at ten minutes to 11 o’clock, with o’possum wander along line of evergreen trees, poking around for snacks. Weathery. moist yore. A puncture in time 1:38. Sum rain had started had ceased. Loud airplane sound at 2:45.punctuated rest, and then, trash collection. More rains and winds picked up and whisked and whorled trees branches, stirring them from several directions. The Gaspe peninsula. Ruby climbed to top of trellis. The pillar is bone china or porcelain – white, a fluted column with gold tracing design lines of Corinthian capital style. Gold accents square base and round column bottom. Two are a pair I of candlesticks I useful for holding * one small light green and one blue * Christmas ball. The pieces can be glued together. Obtained through low bid: no one wanted them citing imperfection. A truck with stylised R, MACH II and TAC 24. Dawn came to dispel night by way of west. At eight sun delivered new day. Petits fleurs, flourish painted on ins and outs. Each ball fits Roman candle well. Orders.

Three Red 3’s

Three red (numeral) threes, sets of three pine trees; three voluminous Picea glauca luminous in the mid-morning sun at Park Road and Spring Street, West of Reading and West of Wyomissing. A ModernFOLD, a lost sheep, pink and all-white plush sheep The letter A, a TNDR FOX all is Vanity Fair. Who’s got the building near Progress Electric? Sycamore three-piece pathling at Berks Leisure area, stream clear with sparkles; along Broadcasting, a flock of birds wings it as motion graphic: some with gliding mechanisms against their bodies, some with wings stretching out, folding in, shimmer and showing their different angles, separately and as a unit – like a school of fish, a fish of schools, a ship of fools, not hardly.

Virginia blue and orange plate special real ordinary JHZ-2737 and reverse 8543 edge of hoodie. Electric Dr. DRE. A Rolls, Royce for breakfast. Sort by…noon. Downslope 6 4 vertical blinds with plants peeking out of slats 2 and a metal mounted mailbox with one instead of 2 supports for when you need to curl up a magazine to fit beneath the envelope compartment. Benchwarmers  – for a Large Sumatra, what a home run there! can you hear me, can you hear me now?

Onyx

POur over coffee = rerun same old grounds. Mozart is 12th? Are you nuts? Gring’s Mill few pieces of bark of no significance whatsoever. Two good pathlings, all sticks.  Mockingbird feather. 41. Aqua yarn. Small small dog sticker peeled off blacktop. Honeycomb hornets nest section, seven birds on the wing – why do we say that? – odometer 93111. Three people have not picked up their papers. OPEN FACED MB

WITH FF & SODA

BK for 10pc. with buffalo, mark you. $1.58 exactCHA_CHINGnge. 1869 Silver Irish Notre Dame. Noter. T& D Construction BBrubacher. How in the world did that car land on its side? Laundromat 4 quarters and a dollar bill if you are not using this machine in order to

Gale warning.  A gold L. Wawa 5. 93123. To the well. Dancing monitor. Simon sky.

 

 

Tree Fell

Walking at Gring’s Mill this afternoon, encountered an event taking place at the Heritage Center: the removal of a good-sized sycamore tree, one that lends plenty of shade near the barn and the kitchen garden. It is sad to see an old tree come down. In this case, it is was a planned and well-orchestrated “fall” so the old tree would not cause damage to person or property.

The park is interested in public safety and the health of the trees. The Heritage Festival, one of the biggest festivals of the season will be held October 1 and 2. Paid county employees, volunteers and contractors are preparing for it. Two painters on ladders were at work giving the little wooden mill a fresh coat of red paint, in the backdrop of this drama.

Two men fed parts of the crown of the tree into a chopper that spewed the chopped wood and leaves into a hold-all truck that was marked Preservation Tree with the telephone number 610-235-6691.

These two men wore Bartlett tree service shirts, white helmets to protect their head and noise reducing headsets. A third man operated a bucket truck with the Altec logo. The man in the bucket was working on the disassembly of the tree stem or trunk while his coworkers tended to the above-mentioned uppermost section, which had been sawn off prior to this writer’s arrival. A crane with a metal ball about ten or twelve inches in diameter was working near the bucket apparatus; from the ball descended a couple of sturdy yet relaxed looking ropes the hold the trunk steady while the man in the bucket truck cut across the standing tree with a chain saw.

Was able to make some sketches and save a few leaves from the old tree. Some one else will be counting the rings to discern its age.

Work was being done by Bartlett “tree expert” service, the yellow and green company colors displayed their telephone as 1-877-BARTLETT. A fourth man operated the crane, he ascended and descended from the cab to communicate with the bucket worker. They finished pretty quickly, in the time it took me to leave my keys behind.

Luckily, the park has the best crew in the world and when I had walked the mile back to Gring’s Mill, one worker called up to the maintenance master at the Heritage Center, who found the keys, and a third worker was kind enough to drive me up and back to get them. Berks County  Parks are awesome.

No heron to report. Just the crane machinery.

Sir Oliver Munday

Dear Queen Elizabeth,

Revered ruler of Great Britain. Please add the name of book cover designer Oliver Munday (The Underground Railroad) to your list of persons to consider for knighthood.

I hope you enjoy good health today.

Sincerely yours,

An American in Reading