Rock - Cedar - Mosquito

Geographer in love with the land. Campfire-singer. Vaguely pagan.

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The granite was so pink under the smoke-haze that walking over it felt like I was having a migraine in my eyeballs - the strangeness, the intensity.

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Entering in

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William Cullen Bryant // "Summer Wind" (1824)

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Hidden worlds

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Wood sorrel

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Mare's tails and mackerel scales Make tall ships carry low sails

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Ebony jewelwings

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Gone by the wayside

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No Day But This

There is no day but this, no song other than the wind that blows dry the dew on the grass beneath my feet. As much as I know autumn comes, I cannot argue with time if there is no day but this and I sing with the wind and dance lightly on its song.

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The smallest splashes of colour

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A rainy year on the lake; I was glad to have a fire to sit by

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LBMs (little brown mushrooms)

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Another year of sunlight in my favourite conifer swamp

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The pitcher plants are putting on a good show this year