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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 . . .

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Releasing a Killdeer

        Yesterday, Sunday, the Killdeer that had grown up at Wild Bird Rescue became a free bird. BirdManBob released her into the wind, but the Killdeer flew onto the grass. I was worried for a moment, but when the Killdeer began darting about the grass looking normal, and as she began chasing grasshoppers and other insects, I felt the familiar happiness of seeing a bird released back into nature. 
        Before releasing the Killdeer, BirdManBob held her against his shirt. I thought the background appropriate. It says, "Celebrate the Earth and Sky / Soar into the Wind / Let Your Spirit Fly." But the Killdeer seems to prefer to run around the grass and parking lots!

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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.