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The Owl. December 29, 2009

Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature, Love and Death.

One night last week Susan came across an owl, laid out in the road and dead as a doornail.  It was still way beyond warm (she described it as “hot,”)  and beautiful to look at.

So she took it home and set it to rest in our garage, expecting to get around to burying it or something.

But Susan is a Natural Literalist, and soon conspired to have some fool (ahem, you might know this guy) climb an icy tree and get Poor Dead Owl into a postion worthy of it’s living stature.

So here’s Owl, tucked into a high cranny in an old, broken pine:

Rest in Peace, my Sister.

Scenes From My Day November 30, 2007

Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.
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Well, from my evening, actually.

It rained today, from mid-morning ’till mid-afternoon, then cleared a bit. The temperature dropped and a chill fog rose from the corn-stubble fields.


I headed up country through banks of thick clouds and breaks of pale blue sky, expecting there to be fresh snow and some visual drama.

The back roads were empty, almost.


The wind picked up as I approached Florida Summit, and low clouds began racing past.


I reached the snow up on the flanks of Spruce Hill just as the sun bade a pink farewell to the Berkshire hills.


Thank You, Mother Earth. Thank You, Father Sky.