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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Spiders, Grasshoppers, and Butterflies

           On a cloudy, predominantly rainy day, insects seemed to quietly remain visible to my lens. I had the wrong lens, needing a telephoto, rather than the 28-70mm, and the wrong footwear, needing boots rather than flip-flops. It was wet, the grass was high, and the ant beds invisible, revealing angry occupants when I stood on them with my tripod. Ouch for all concerned.
           Nature continues to surprise me with the differing occasions presented to me when I walk outside with my camera without an idea of what to photograph.
           With natural (pardon the pun) timing, numerous species of grasshoppers are born in great numbers, which the fledgling birds consume. Nature at balance.
           Today's adventure sends me to the library in search for books on spiders and grasshoppers.










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Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
through life, together feeling prufrockian.
DDB Jr. makes my world go 'round; during his absence, Pachelbel fills it up.
One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers.
I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
Good night, Jimmy Durante, where ever you are.