A Day in the Life, 10 years

2019 2 hour hike along Hoodoo/Tunnel Mountain trail A flurry of wet snow reminds me that it’s April in the Rockies Hoodoos and the Bow River: the incredible glacial green water is not as evident Maybe a golden eagle: folks with binoculars saw one a few minutes earlier really REALLY windy REALLY windy It’s windy 2018 I show my passport; I’ve overstayed my welcome By two travel days. 2017 There are some voices To which I cannot listen. Fleeing Jeff Sessions. He says "President Trump," And I shake my head because It still seems surreal. 2015 Rio Grande hike, Pilar turnoff 2014 Wow 2013 To walk or to lounge? Inertia is powerful. I watch the hawk soar. In the time it takes To find my camera phone The clouds change colour. Oblivious (or Indifferent) to humans, Watching the sunrise. 2010 I hear a chainsaw.  The corner house with mean dogs  Has lost its hedges. 2009 damn. catching a cold. no No NO!!! my sweetie is hosting at the homeless shelter tonight. i get to pretend I'm...

2020 On Tuesday morning While I slept, New Mexico Closed down ‘til summer. #sleepingthroughthecrisis She brings out my clay And some pots. We smile, she leaves. I pick up the box. 2018 I read posts from people who are threatened by children and youth who protest, who tell adults what to do. They see these kids as pawns, they liken them to Hitler Youth . I see the parallel... But the parallel I see involves the Civil Rights movement , nonviolent in the face of violence. It is sad they had to grow up so quickly. That’s what happens in times of war, and it appears that we are once again at war with ourselves. I am heartbroken, but these kids go past that to find their collective voice. I feel the glimmerings of hope. But I also fear. There are no taboos: when threatened, the powerful lash out, and this country is no longer a safe place to speak out, if indeed it ever was. I am proud that people still speak out, despite that. I listen to books,  While a heavy sleeping cat...