Thursday, May 30, 2013

iphone diddy



the house on its ridge



Wednesday, May 29, 2013

fixing the WINDMILL









the wind blows,
the pump moves,
water is extracted,
and sent to the top of a water tower.

after a long hiatus the windmill
is nearing a resurrection.


Anderson Valley






all these layers and crevasses
frames and rails,
it's hard to keep track, and
easy to lose control of where I am.
why that line goes 
there and not here.
definitely not there.


first BIG LONG bread






I've blathered on before about the grounding ritual of bread baking,
its power to feed, the steady framework that produces difference each time.
This is my first long loaf.
Only the thirteen inch pan was available, so I went for it.
Some call it a weapon.
I call it sustenance and the center line.
Looks like the bread has other ideas now that it has spotted
the bird nesting trailer,
ready to roll.




Tuesday, May 28, 2013

SWINGING








with Bob Ayers and the Boonville Big Band
readying for Saturday night's gig at
Lauren's.

In Philo, adjacent to the band's namesake, at nine.

Come by in time. 
Your soul will shine
like their swinging sound. 


Friday, May 24, 2013

the Corral






Freshly mowed grass, like the buzz of a new haircut,
sets ordinary fence posts up to glamorous roles,
organizing the twisted space of gnarly oaks.



GOPHER and GARDEN






or at least that's the best guess.
the gopher snake is alive and sorely needed, while the
little guy got stabbed by something.
Perhaps the hawk that circles RHYS vineyard spotted him heading
toward the budding grapes and did his job.


what happened to the chokes







The work to pleasure ratio is tested.
Lots of preparation - peeling and paring (still to occasionally find
those annoying chewy leaves while dining) for what admittedly 
was not my best pasta ever.
But it is seasonal.
When in Rome, go with the flow.


my first Fort Bragg farmer's market (this season)







The bell does not ring until 3:00 sharp so no money can be exchanged before that, but by then I knew all the vendors, well their wares anyway, and had made my selections. The mellifluous words of the only black farmer were seductive for sure, but the mexican women and their notorious strawberries (which are gone by 3:15 once June hits) steal the show.
Not pictured are the wonders of Lourdes (Lulu) who bakes the most delicious gluten-free almond cookies I've ever eaten. If the woman next to me had not broken off a piece of hers and shared it with me, I would never have gotten addicted.
Apricots and cherries need more heat and extended days.
But the baby artichokes (shown with a pencil for scale) were right on target and get a private post that chronicles their transformation.


RHYS Vineyard






new grape vines are more sticky than green
and sticks are made for measuring.

the humble barn 
radiates ridges
but holds still the rolling hills.


northern coastal city






some streets of Fort Bragg have an erie serenity;
a stage set by
simple gables snapping their silhouettes
against a radiant sky.

the iPhone as drawing machine.




L A Y E R S






single grass blades incise their presence
against receding valleys.

softness is an illusion.



grasses and flannel bushes






against the Navarro sky
single strands of grass
sway in a visual symphony
when the wind blows.


Thursday, May 23, 2013

green fades to gold







peaking out,
 wondering if listeners
are still there.


another mendocino summer
launches.