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.
Feb.9: Dreams. Predicted snow started as rain, waking this personage at (the predicted hour?) of 2:00 a.m. Seven and two is company. Dj and Moj. Later wake. Tried to tell time by sound of clock tower chimes, it was overlaid with sound of plain. Airplane. To Weis for 65 cent donut, blueberry with glaze and 35sense exteriorally for jug of watereverseosmosisrewat. There went wallet’s last dollar. arranged push-pins on cork board inside store to form heart. Trees plastered with snow, north sides where wind blows, from here to eternity when uninterrupted. Three snowobliterated signposts to sea: OP
Arranged some lines in patterns using black pink and yellow marker and gel pen. Conjugated words based on the date today. Lucky. Last tally tribal. Blurt iris. RIT-ai.
Thank you for feeding me.
Yesterday was Sir Simon Rattle’s birthday anniversary and I did not get to write about it/him, the one who conducts with a baton so blessing the world. So engaging the sound and compositions from long ago and far away to the ear and how.
Today there are other birthdays and so forth and so ON.
Three. white on black – right edge justified. 2 on emergency vehicle driver side front with a red R, I think red, maybe orange instead; UNO card of undiscovered denomination. Yes, your excellency. 5 on a muni weehicle. V.
Sunday, January 15, Bing introduced a video of ruby sea monster found in vicinity of southwest Australia. The piece says sea creature is newly discovered, never before seen, mostly because it hangs out at depth below which scuba divers find safe to go. Red sea dragon is not as fancy with kelp- or seaweed-like plumage as its two relatives, whose names escape me precise moment. What it has is resinous brilliant gem quality and color of ruby glass. The footage shows awkward graceful swimmer and fisher – near sand bottom of sea where sponges wave hula skirts. Its head and neck, its body and angularity are very heron-like. A deep-sea crane.
About four o’clock on Sunday I went for walk at Gring’s Mill. Two people sat by creek on bench constructed from log sawed in half lengthwise so (inner) and flat side faces up; half-round bark portion faces ground. Re-engineered tree is supported at both ends by… something like cement or blocks…and it was on this rectilinear surface two sexes sat, straddled or semi-straddled log, playing cards close to poker.Where is other half -log?
Moisture in air and air in dampness. Soggy and spongy earth soaking saturated even. Muted sun, trumpet bell of clouds. Drawing down and blaring.
At half-mile rapids, a blue heron waded near bank opposite path, parallel Tulpehocken Road, walking upstream, intent upon finding meal.
Sixty canada geese swimming near bend marking second to last crimp in watercourse before bridge and dam, on return way.
Pathling on screenings two bark shards and Y shape thick twig. Remnants of maple wing seedlings have been worn to bits – resemble hats with plumes.
Also a green and white Orbit gum pack, discarded as emptiness.
Earlier in day read Wickipedia article about Vasco de Gama, who went out of way to avoid crossing “Highly disputed Mediterranean.” Trading for, in search of cinnamon and pepper. An old tower existed in Portugal to honor him, according to a old [sic] Hammond’s atlas. It is long way around Cape of Good Hope, compared to distance A to B near equator. Startling. Make me think of going around tail of horse careful so it don’t kick.
One of the highlights of the past weekend was the appearance of the elegant Jasper String Quartet at the WCR Center for the Arts. Four superb young musicians delivered twelve movements of three pieces: Mozart’s String quartet in D Major K. 575, the Bartok No.6 and after intermission: Dvorak’s “American” string quartet in F Major Op.96.
The two ladies of the quartet wore stunning, simple gowns that helped reveal not only their shoulders but also the supreme and clever wit of the quartet. The men wore dark suits, white shirts and solid-colored neckties – the ties to coordinate one for one with the ladies’ gowns, which were a lovely blue for Sae Chonabayashi, who plays violin and a nice sound red on the figure of Rachel Henderson, who delighted all of the audience with her drop dead gorgeous playing of the cello.
A walk this morning at Gring’s Mill to marker 7, the site of the Winters Mill and on to red Bridge and back. Sunshine and blue skies, decent temperature making it a sparkling day. Found a small green candy wrapper with Asian characters, a discarded white facial tissue that had become folded and flattened just enough to forma a pattern much like petals. Checked my balance on the wooden beams of the parcouse. My balance was good.
Admired the trees. Said hello to some of the walkers and joggers and mothers with children in carriages. On a Wednesday morning, there is light traffic. enough to keep you company without being overcrowded.
Wondered why one sycamore in particular has its trunk forming hard bony protrusions much like some horses’ withers. A glance across the Tulpehocken Creek leads me to think it may have something to do with the telephone pole. The growth of the tree trunk is that direction, at the angle that points that way.
On the fine screenings of the path further up find an oval sticker “Proud to be an American” that looks like the kind a customer may receive at one of the local grocery stores. the stickers come in rolls and the cashiers will give you one or two if you ask.
Near the 6 marker is a metal (stainless?) piece of some kind with a black rubber tip. Ten holes have been made in a row lengthwise. It is a piece from something – to make an adjustment? I left it there.
A splendid pathling composed of black walnut stems. No pen , no paper, no camera, had to measure it with index finer and rely on recollection. At red bridge watched the reflection of the ripples of the creek upon the underside of the bridge and wondered how the two affect each other over time. Beyond that point a couple of squirrels chattered and chased on the trunk of a big tree.
This is the time of year the ash blades fall to the ground. At first these look like fairy oars; as they become weathered and trodden the blades split break up a bot. A bowl of ash blades makes a marvelous fall decoration – just to look at, sift through your finger, hear the very faint rustle of a big collection of them. And the color – neutral and gentle.
On the way back to car, saw a perfect example of the compound leaf of a shagbark hickory. It was in the center of the path lit by sun and was extremely tempted to touch it but did not. Also one very nice Judas tree leaf – heart-shaped; and a locust tree that has grown as large as some sycamores get. You do not see locust trees that large very often.
The one pathling had been disturbed by travelers by the time this writer got back to it. I spent some time thinking about my father William, whose name comes from the German Wilhelm for helmet. He died at age 55 from colon cancer or its complications. The name of his high school yearbook was the Colophon. Reflecting on this made me wonder if it is not only fiber and diet that affect the health of the colon, but also its Ph.
Back to the sycamore tree with sideways withers, observe a Bell Telephone pole within the park. Metal numbers and a letter with a dash
N – 1
are nailed to the pole. the lines connect to the larger telephone pole across the stream.
More pathlings, one of a broken pine cone in vertical section with pine needles. Met a friend from the horse world and her 21-month old son!