This cannot be my blog without this photo. 

I think this photo is so great. There is so much love and desire and angst and movement and stillness and tactility in it. 

 In case you are wondering, this is the picture I show to K when she cuts my hair. 

We are speaking in green today.

Finds from this morning bushwhacking on a north facing oak covered hillside looking for mushrooms after the recent rain.

1. Bear tracks

2. Yellow mushroom I don't remember the name of

3. Precious Yet Parasitic: oak leaf galls perched on the tippy tips

4-6. Deer vertebrae

I can't wait to keep exploring and looking. 

So blessed to have eyes. So blessed these eyes get damp sometimes.

 

 

Grabby stick. I take for later.

"If it is a human thing to do to put something you want, because it's useful, edible, or beautiful, into a bag, or a basket, or a bit of rolled bark or leaf, or a net woven of your own hair, or what have you, and then take it home with you, home being another, larger kind of pouch or bag, a container for people, and then later on you take it out and eat it or share it or store it up for winter in a solider container or put it in the medicine bundle or the shrine or the museum, the holy place, the area that contains what is sacred, and then next day you probably do much the same again--if to do that is human, if that's what it takes, then I am a human being after all." -- Ursula Le Guin, 1986

The Carrier Bag Theory of Fiction by Ursula Le Guin.

Marlon Coyes

Hotdog Cannon

8.5 x 11 inches

1 Sailors in Sevastopol in 1994, four months before a treaty called the Budapest Memorandum was signed by the U.S., the U.K., and Russia guaranteeing the signatories will "respect the independence and sovereignty and the existing boarders of Ukraine."

2 This image reminded me of Bernardo Montet's choreography in Beau Travail.  --- “It’s a way to show their vulnerability, their fragility in these killer bodies,” Mr. Montet said. Article here.