|The loneliness of the rural sign maker.|
|Downy Birch by night (with snow).|
|Collecting forest jetsam.|
|Reading Jean Giono|
|Wild Cat prints (the cat was watching on from above).|
|Scots Pine (approx. 300 years old), |
photographer 25 years old,
shadow exposed for 1/30 second.
|Communing with the Robin.|
|The end of a moonless week.|
|Much cherished warm shower.|
THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
William Butler Yeats, 1892
On the week the comet came into sight, we left behind Comet in Moominland by Tove Jansson. We saw no comet, but 5 shooting stars did pass over whilst we were looking.
We read from:
C by Tom McCarthy
Thinking Fast and Slow by Daniel Kahneman
Yeats: The Major Works
Jazz by Toni Morrison
The Secret Life of Plants by Peter Tompkins and Christopher Bird
The Complete Book of British Birds
The Man Who Planted Trees by Jean Giono
The Open Studio by Susan Stewart
Comet in Moominland by Tove Jansson
Baked bread, thought, talked, filmed, photographed, jotted, fell in the river, put things on our heads and the rest.
Love to the Bothy, which was home for a week.