in the first picture we had just eaten some fresh saint john's wort, otherwise known as amber touch-and-heal, demon chaser, and goatweed. this is the first time i think mister has tried it and he likes it. it's good for depression. mister is mostly happy unlike me who needs help. i often pluck a few leaves and chew on them slowly as we walk. i'm taking a leak behind this evergreen and we're about to meet r. in the garden.
meeting r. in japanese garden. she looks like a japanese girl bowing toward mister.
signs of aging in mister. he doesn't see well and hears some frequencies and not others. r. says he loves everyone, but i say he likes most everyone, but he loves some particularly, like you.
in the mulberry tree by the pond we saw this heron with a catfish. i could see the heron's round red eyes, and the catfish breathing.
i was so attracted to the heron and the catfish just resting it seemed. maybe the catfish in the air felt dreamy.
then they flew off. i said i think the heron want's to eat the catfish in peace.
looking at the reflections in the pond.
r. saw the heron by the moon bridge on the other side.
r. asked if there were still koi in the pond. we didn't see them, but i said i saw one yesterday.
here you r.
r. wondered what kind of tree blossoms are these. catalpa i think.
have a heart, don't be a poisoner levy. please don't roundup us.
h.b.
local flora and fauna.
what's that thing?
holy mulberry street.
everything is communicating.
stepping softly as shadows.
the fisher man.
the fish.
the fisher man, the fish, the eroding shore.
mister meets lovely people on the bridge.
wild strawberries and sweet grass.
wait...is this post too long?
...i haven't even been to the beach yet.
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