hilde tinkled and comet chewed, adjustments are made.

if anyone wants an animal portrait i recommend pat fitzgerald

attachment theory and disconnection. the dogs of america. 

it really is this bloody red. there's only a few on the whole island. do you know what it's named?

mental landscape with lagoon

every body of water is (a horizon) 

happy labor

helplessly in love 

i dint take many pics today making me want this one more

i decided it was frederick not stephen douglas lying or laying under this tree though it's unmarked there is a marker on a boulder by the underground railway path by l.s.d.

there are so many minutiae i can't see but others i obscure for emphasis 

a little more yellow methinks

sensualitree for miss valverde 

sensualitree outgrown her cage for miss valverde

sometimes you want to see things for what they are not what they are for

i disrupted her but she came back to the same flower because i waited

the holy modal beauty and joy of life of the sycamore 

labor day. i think the weather may cooperate and blast the laborious picknickers and save us all the extravagant pollution. a small quiet world was the little island. the heron was yesterday, so still while i browsed with the camera and copp with his canines. we saw winnie today on the south end where the missile site is buried. she was wounded by bike yesterday and emerged in shock yet miraculously intact. greyhounds are so fine boned. bikes are maniacal in the pursuit of speedy recreation. being a cyclist i know how we can be. being a walker and a dog man i know children and dogs and walkers are all vulnerable and must be deferred to. but many treat the vulnerable as intransigent objects or invasive species. in america. i was reciting in my head before thinking, the dog is my shepherd. and it's true, though it's a cooperative activity. i got a book from the free bin about the work of dogs and immediately read what i think about dogs myself and thought hey that's a smart book. then a gay gent on an island bench flirted with me and copp, saying he's beautiful! you're beautiful too! and it was funny not creepy.

yeah.