Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Saturday, December 27, 2014

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

dog's breakfast

OK, so somewhere between September and this very moment, the lights went out here at Fish Without Faces. This was immediately followed by a lengthy struggle in pitch blackness, in the end resulting in a smattering of photos, a retreating army of roughly 400 gingerbread men and beasts, and the faint scent of ozone lingering in the air.

At this point I can't account for much else besides that. But here are a few additional updates from the past year or so:

a poem here.

a story here. and another poem here.

this article (p. 86).

and that article.

also, this article (p. 59).

more recently, this other article (p. 263).

Alright, that's about as close as I hope to ever come to setting up a Linkedin account. Now can I go out and play?

a garter snake up Maple Canyon, maples in the path to Diamond Fork hot springs, and strange middens on Black Hill, as we hunt for juniper mistletoe

Friday, September 26, 2014

Thursday, August 21, 2014

(we) dove

Speaking of entering the adult world, we just bought our first house. Or, maybe more precisely, signed a thick stack of paper promises to incrementally buy a house while we live in it and treat it like our own. This is all still sinking in, but in the mean time we’re very pleased.

A few minutes into our first visit to the loan office we noticed a mother dove tending her nest, tucked under the eaves of the building next door, her dark yellow eye staring in at us through the window. On our second visit (more papers), we brought the camera. She was gone, but now there were eggs in her nest.

Once, a couple years ago, Ash asked me, “are animals poor?”

She was 5 at the time, and I think we had just been watching swallows build their muddy nests onto the steel girders under a bridge. “Are animals poor?”

She had asked essentially this same question a couple of times earlier. Once when we were walking along the Truckee River and saw a man in ragged clothes sleeping under a picnic table. And again when we were carrying all of our food and shelter into the mountains on our backs for the night. “Are animals poor?”

Where does one begin?

I think I probably started in with some Thoreauvian patter about how, well, that all depends on what you mean by poor. How we’re wealthy in relation to all the things we can afford to, or are glad to, do without, and so on.

She didn’t seem to be buying it.

“Yeah, but I mean if animals don’t have a nice place to sleep, like people, are they poor?”

This same basic question continues to come up from time to time.
When the power goes out.
When after walking across the great concrete bridge at the mouth of the Siuslaw River, we stumble into the rising smoke and bearded faces of a hobo camp in the ferns and pines.
When a deer limps across the road at dusk, followed by her fawns.
Or when, chasing a woodpecker into the eucalyptus forest behind our motel on the Mendocino coast, we instead find the handsomely tended tent-and-tarp shelter of somebody still not returned home from work for the day.

I’m still working on a better answer.

Tuesday, July 08, 2014

Into the Mystic, and a procession of ontologies

One morning, earlier this summer, we were driving north along the Salmon River in Idaho when Van Morrison came on the radio.

We were born before the wind

Also younger than the sun

Ere the bonnie boat was one as we sailed into the mystic

. . .

Just about there, Tom called right out from the back seat, with something between amusement and scandal, “we weren’t born before the wind!” We had all day to get to Missoula, so of course, this led to a longer conversation.

“What do you think he’s singing about?”

And so it went.

We never set out to make positivists of these kids, as they come to us little animists, playing in the outskirts of our rational, grown-up world. But here is one game that we’ve played with them. I guess it doesn’t really have a name, but it goes something like this:

“Which came first, gates or bait?”
(Followed by speculations and reasoning all around, until resolved to everyone’s basic satisfaction.)
Which came first, poles or holes?
Red or black?
Jerks or jerky?
Shoes or blue?
And so on.

Here’s another. Is a thing good or bad? Grasshoppers, Snow, Cheatgrass, Lightning, and so on.

“Are roads good?”
“Yes, for people. No for prairie dogs.”
“Yes, for ravens. No for Raccoons.”

Anyway, you get it.

Friday, June 20, 2014

~3,000 miles

Cove Hot Spring, washed out on the Salmon River

thee Boat Box

tonic of wildness?

launching a cork boat

a day late for Taco Thursday in Kalispell

found: notes from somebody's playground experiment

a murder of crows harries a dog in Portland

lost coast found

 more photos here & here

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

8 states bird list: May 24—June 9

Pileated Woodpecker
Acorn Woodpecker
Hairy Woodpecker
Red-naped Sapsucker
Northern Flicker
Red-breasted Nuthatch
Brown Creeper
Common Raven
Scrub Jay
Steller’s Jay
Yellow-headed Blackbird
Red-winged Blackbird
Brewer’s Blackbird
Northern Mockingbird
Mountain Bluebird
Mountain Chickadee
Black-capped Chickadee
Chestnut-backed Chickadee
Oregon Junco
White-crowned Sparrow
Chipping Sparrow
Song Sparrow
Lark Sparrow
Spotted Towhee
American Robin
Townsend’s Solitaire
Eurasian Collared Dove
Golden Eagle
Bald Eagle
Northern Harrier
Red-tailed Hawk
American Kestrel
Turkey Vulture
Common Nighthawk
Purple Martin
Violet-green Swallow
Cliff Swallow
Barn Swallow
Western Meadowlark
Mourning Dove
Anna’s Hummingbird
House Finch
Lesser Goldfinch
Pacific-slope Flycatcher
Western Kingbird
Yellow-rumped Warbler
Wilson’s Warbler
Belted Kingfisher
Blue/Dusky Grouse
California Quail
Wild Turkey
Spotted Sandpiper
American Dipper
Black-necked Stilt
Ring-billed Gull
Western Gull
Pelagic Cormorant
Double Crested Cormorant
Pigeon Guillemot
Canada Goose
Brown Pelican
White Pelican
Common Merganser
Western Grebe
Pied-billed Grebe
Sandhill Crane
Great Egret

(Utah, Idaho, Montana, Alberta, Washington, Oregon, California, Nevada)
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