"Smoke and wind and fire are all things you can feel but can't touch. Memories and dreams are like that too. They're what this world is made up of. There's really only a very short time that we get hair and teeth and put on red cloth and have bones and skin and look out eyes. Not for long. Some folks longer than others. If you're lucky, you'll get to be the one who tells the story: how the eyes have seen, the hair has blown, the caress the skin has felt, how the bones have ached.
"What the human heart is like, " he said.
"How the devil called and we did not answer.
"How we answered."

from The Man Who Fell In Love With The Moon

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

fairy slippers (Calypso bulbosa)

stopped to pick fireweed leaves for tea
underneath Granite Mountain. tinkham rd.  exit 47.

worked my way up through the avy chutes on the south face
but got a little concerned shortly thereafter

about the fact that there was still a good amount
of snow above me and the day was getting hot.  turned back.

late start.  did see a sooty grouse strutting wildly back and forth.
tail feathers splayed out like a turkey's.  two huge white

rings on his neck, flexing.  sprinted after him to
see if he'd drop a feather in his panic.  nope.

calypso orchids look like something lewis carroll would have
liked. trillium just hitting the upper slopes.  salmonberries

still need a week or two.  all this.  (a sweep of the eye).
"you mean there's a senator for all this?"


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