Walk to 9. Raviol1. Half a vanilla pecan. Treaty of Paris. Winter Banana and the color of money, honey. Three heron sightings. A few feathers of different species. Treats for cats. Pathlings of late summer including changes in leaves, whips from complex locust leaves and smashed gnawed hickory nuts. Hot and humid. EM J. the letter J on brick, apt. and Pollock on the Hudson.
July Thursday 6.
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.
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.
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?
date stamp FEB 25 @)!& yet a permanent resident dark night of the soul. Tuxedo, a trellis, (Ralph) Ellison. Wind in the pines: two top tassels and their supporting branches sway in the same tempo, divided by central spruce, which, with stiffer needles, remains more stoic and straight. Nature has grown this pattern. The pattern grows in nature. Fill the kitties’ water trough ( a rectangular aqua-lined planter) and now I hear a lapping, lapping, lapping.
Started day with ominousodometer; that has changed thanks to the power of transmission. Three flying geese. [Artistic license.] Two shoes, black soft soled along Museum road. Windy satiety. WaWa for fuel. What was green has turned purple. Roses and daisies and arrangements delivered. It would be nice to spend a while in Riverfront’s living room. What a fabulous discovery. R. Messina ’88. Are you there? Maxed out on a coff(r)ee at A+Plus Kenhorst: went well with zebra cake I baked this morning at 7. Want to send out an APB for Man Crafts book that is believed returned to library. Upside down sea jelly pretty cool. Flying saucer!