Mister Bo

There we are, but not again.   

This bird nest is on the RV awning, 30 miles and one hour away from its home. 

It was empty when we got there.  I’m not sure how long it had been there, or how fast birds can build a nest of this tangled and jangled elegance. Several days early, the coach was washed and waxed.  The nest wasn’t sighted then. Then again, this is a dozen feet in the air and may not have been noticed. Not that it would have made any difference. Unless it had been noticed thus making the question do we move it or not.  Do we stay or do we go.  Do we ask unanswered questions then disguise them as statements.

The nest was empty, taken down and used as fire kindling later that evening.  A very nice work of natural art with no lasting value.  There is another nest in the rafters of the porch that needs to be removed. What really needs to happen is the ceiling installation. So many things to be done during this season for relaxation. 

Jangled & dancing thoughts, obligations, intentions and desire. 

From the house at the edge of the forest, Mister Bo Jangle~Dance.  



Nibble Gobble Chew

Who remembers this?
Though her words are simple and few

Listen, listen, she’s calling to you

Feed the birds, tuppence a bag

Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag
It’s from the 1964 movie ~ Mary Poppins and was sung by Julie Andrews. 

Bird feeding and watching remains a popular activity. More so in rural areas, towns & village v the large unnaturally sterile inner city. But then, as I type this, I think of feeding pigeons. So maybe my biased supposition is inaccurate. 

This is a hairy downy woodpecker at the suet in the backyard. A brick of suet has the typical lifespan of several days.  It feeds a number of species – all three local woodpeckers, blue jays, grackles, a red-winged blackbird, chickadees, et al and then some.  The northern cardinals and mourning doves prefer the platform feeder visible to the left.   

The local red and gray squirrels would love to get into the main bird feeders. But them, along with the raccoons are destructive, hence the light brown post shield visible in the picture to the right. So for fun, every now and then, I’ll set the ladder up with a cup of sunflower seeds to bait them into some playful pictures.  Normally, the squirrels, raccoons and skunk feast at the seed droppings below the feeder.  To discourage the skunk, after a miserable episode back in May, the seed droppings are cleaned up at least weekly.

Finally, and without direct proof, a bear may have strolled through earlier this week.  A neighbors feeding station – metal pole, was bent, molested and destroyed. At thisfeeder, a mesh bag of thistle feed disappeared the same overnight. The next morning, when letting ZeusOS – the wonder dog out – he was visibly nervous & agitated, most likely from sniffing the scents from a bear passing through.  Again, no direct proof, only one perturbed yellow Labrador retriever.  

Feed the birds, tuppence a bag. 


Almost Gone

Instead of cropping this picture into a more natural and pleasing presentation, it is presented as a full total shot. 

Total is for all of it, why leave anything out when everything belongs in.  All belongs there, both occupied space and empty/emptied space. 

The man began his day without. Every day starts well before it ends and is added to it continually. Until the other end. The day is then all it will be and then no more.  Nonsensical. 

The path does not need to be clean or clear, take the options, or as Robert Frost has done, the path less taken. It’s okay to get lost alone and along the way.  Only then will the full richness of the unknown may be discovered. 

Don’t be in hurry to have it all. After the final chapter is always the next chapter. 

The man walked on. The day became cooler. The total exposure before for the house is now nearly totally shaded by the trees that were planted nearly two decades ago.   

Let it go again daily. 


ThirtyFive Years Ago Just Now

It was somewhere around 35 years ago just around now when two young airman were smitten with each other. Their first meal was grilled shish kebabs accompanied by a bottle of Firestone Reisling. Their first anniversary and others since then have included a bottle of this delightful vintage. 

This evening, at their favorite watering hole, an unexpected surprising delight was discovered on the wine menu  ….. Firestone Reisling. The memories swirl. Our smiles & love will last forever.  


All That Was Left

All that was left is the silence of the unspoken and the unheard.   No longer any word. 

Thoughts remain hidden, regrets or expectations now unbidden. 

Not ready nor willing to ask for more. The quiet question is always what for. 

There may something else to say. But that may or may not be for another day.  

The another day is now here. Have no fear. 

Go and do what can be done. Then remember to find some fun. 


How Far Away

The greater the distance, the better the solitude.


Distant :   Far away in space or time.

This fits in well with the triple continuum of time, space & place. These are the three sides to an equilateral triangle. 

Further reflection pending. 


Life is Art

Life is art, so it is said. I imagine myself as a writer with words & light.  This is different from authors who publish and artists who work on paid commisssion. The author/artist have a commercially valuable imagination. This talent is then used to create value added context.  Their success is based upon fertile imaginaryism. 

Imaginary: Existing only in the imagination: The faculty or action of forming new ideas, or images or concepts of external objects not present to the senses. Form: Style, design, and arrangement in an artistic work as distinct from its content. 

Imaginary happens in the mind. The mind resides in the brain. Our stream & scream of consciousness is evident only to ourselves, based upon our filters, fears, biases and former experiences.  

Art attempts to transcend individual imaginations through collective and shared expression. While still, the shared conversation/dialogue starts with;  “what does that picture mean to you?”, “what in that book spoke to you?

Robert Indiana created the work of art presented above. It”s called Love Wall and is displayed at the Farnsworth Art Museum in Rockland, Maine.  What I see in this expression of art is love four way. The lower left is obvious, the lower right is the reversed/mirror image.  The top is the bottom upside down.   <yes, I typed that out loud> To me, this means that love is both reflective and capable of turning the world upside down. 

Our emotions are imaginary. They exist in the mind, cloud or enlighten the soul, but are never fully visible or adequately expressed.  Be careful with what you create in your imagination. 

From the house at the edge of the forest.