indigo 

blowing wish

tree for the future sebastian. the children wrote messages to the future sebastian who turned ten. the children had the feeling the earth would end in explosion and perhaps also people would never grow old, injected with young mice serum, and some would go planet hopping when the earth was exhausted. i was struck by how politically aware they are and how they condemn the politicians for their endless war making. when i was a kid did we talk of the future? i think the future has altered since then. and we with it. 

girls are different. well it was a boys party mostly, but the girls observe and ponder. i feel an affinity and an allowance to ponder and observe gazing with them at the actors.

i have a job

indigo 

                       indigo (bunting)

inside joe

inside joe

the mulberry pickers

this tree fell yesterday. there was coyote scat on it. i walked out and it bobbed slightly supporting me. a mother duck came calling distress but more curious, as her babies came along too and copp just studied the lagoon detritus and bubbles.

the future is mindful

everything is mindful, i feel loss, lost, in a species way, though i'm a depressive and have always seen the world thus, so who knows what.

still it's good to study maybe without a plan. 

it's good to be immersed in it.

the creatur has a masta plan. we were raised on master plans. now there's only creatures wandering. there's no master and no plan, only masters of war and control and dark energy. 

tree for the future unfinished

try again

try me

turn your light on me

who wants an ass-kickin? it's my birthday.