Vivid warmth in the ridge winds
today’s distant problems
keep a brisk pace
while Killdeer run ahead
giving away their secrets
When spring winds blow
and the frost evaporates into sunlite
the Pasque Flowers make a push
the annual awakening
for a most hopeful appearance
despite the deserts adjacent
and the tanks of chemicals
property of the new paradigm
when spring means less
less than it did under a century before
On Sundays I like to walk around new places, take it in, just to get the smell right, or to find new shadows. The crisp autumn makes my head feel light, sunlight makes me flush. Sunday, the day to notice things that go by too quickly. On Mondays, I sit in a chair, and spin.
The people gathered along coordinated routes, organized and grouped by devotion. Estimates exceeded, hoping to be noticed, a representation of 1:100 assumed. Now will we dust off our eyes to trim a few watts, a few degrees, a plastic cup or trip to the store? An economy with many comforts, the first to look down at bright screens, while worlds away suffer by oil lamp, or oil military.
all photos © D. Barron
The left-behind, always on the fringe, but once recognized, lived again and again.
Yes, the modern world is this bad.
But an ability to see behind, beyond the scrim, a beautiful reckoning.
Photos taken at Breidel Coulee, La Crosse County Wisconsin
on August 27th, 2014
1. Monarch Butterfly on Eupatorium perfoliatum (Boneset)
2. Spur Throated grasshopper (sp.?) on Helenium autumnale (Sneezeweed)
3. Variegated Meadowhawk on
4. Various insects on Asclepias incarnata (Rose Milkweed)
When humid air rests on arms, bare for the first afternoon in half a year,
life begins to happen, and bored eyes begin to re-explore,
the sacred spectacle of time.
(April in the marsh)
A Syrphid fly visits Pasque Flower on a windy spring afternoon.
What can you do, in a seasonal desert,
but search for perfection, means of living or dying,
not by illness, or natural selection,
but the economists algorithm.
Tundra Swans on Mississippi River pools, near Brownsville, MN. (click to view photo-stitch then click again to view at 100%)
A brief visit, chased by freezing winter. Driven by a pursuit of food, open water, and protection. Over 20,000+ Tundra Swans rest in these pools, refuel on tubers, then continue the migration to Chesapeake Bay. A reassuring legacy that sacred routines manage to exist on an increasingly imbalanced and fragmented planet.