2021 November-December

November 1, 20201

You do not have to rage, all bright and raving. Go gently if you can. Let go of all that sharp need. Prove that fading is a form of grace.

November 2, 2021

Smoke trees having some sweet goodbyes with the sun.

November 3, 2021

It’s a tiny tragedy that some days my couch and screens feel more compelling than this.

November 5, 2021

As everything else gives into grayness, this witch hazel shakes its pom-poms for the fall.

November 7, 2021

Drop in close and see how well-dressed the world is.

November 8, 2021

Sometimes the city is a meadow.

November 10, 2021

Standing in the wind on the middle of the Burnside bridge, I face north and feel the thin autumn sun on my shoulder. Fancy doom towers loom to the east. Tents line the sidewalk to the west. Both are full of people brittle with need. Behind me traffic rushes south and river ambles west and more towers rise and rise and rise. Only the camera can crop out all that’s changed and all that hasn’t.

November 14, 2021

Imagine all the things you don’t know about all the things resting right before your eyes. Imagine the berries being freckled and beautiful long before you stopped at the fence and stared.

November 15, 2021

A single golden note sung over and over. The dark wet bodies saying goodnight.

November 18, 2021

November 21, 2021

Hello nerve and blood vessel and bone. It’s good to see you again.

November 22, 2021

Hello might-as-well-be-winter light. You lit up the tree across from the Thai place so perfectly. A swirl of celestial persimmons. A brief but inescapable galaxy. Not a photo. Not a post. Not a thing to scroll by.

November 23, 2021

Fog renovates the park.

November 26, 2021

Garden Diamonds.

November 29, 2021

The Hawthorne neighborhood decorates for the holidays.

November 30, 2021

December 2, 2021

Do the people who get to live beneath these eucalyptus know the trees are whispering to every passerby? Come close, close your eyes, inhale.

December 4, 2021

December 6, 2021

Layers of empty

December 7, 2021

Tiny rain highways busy with the season.

December 10, 2021

Nothing left to sell but itself.

December 13, 2021

Wet winter air through dry winter lungs

December 14, 2021

You grew into an awkward, untidy beauty.

Now the crows dance secrets into your fingertips.

December 16, 2021

Our beautiful fucked up city

December 18, 2021

Wandering downtown Portland picking up trash with SOLVE scratched an unexpected itch (must get a mechanical grabber for picking up trash in my own damn yard!). I highly recommend volunteering with SOLVE. I highly recommend a visit to all the lonely streets

December 19, 2021

December 21, 2021

Fragile is relative

December 22, 2021

They say she’s seen better days but why not this? Undelineated. Unimpressive.
What if the best is a coat of rain and dozens of soft dying arms to hold the already dead?

December 26, 2021

December 28, 2021

Winter alphabets.

December 29, 2021

Winter affections.

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