Night and day, Atlanta, GA.
From the 43rd floor in the air, Westin Peachtree.
Boy oracle, Los Angeles County Open Space, CA.
This is what happened: they found a dead field mouse whilst hiking, and buried it. (OK Mama buried it, managing to do so without touching it, no simple matter. Â Baba looked bravely on from a distance of 15-20 feet.) Â Then they gathered bouquets of lupine, mustard grass, and other wee wildflowers, Â laid them at the base of this tree, and held a ceremony for the spirit of the dead field mouse, wishing him safe travels on his journey to his next life. The lil’ peanut perched himself on a spot affording the best vantage point from which to watch the proceedings.
Some dog-walking passers-by looked upon the scene and exclaimed, “Oh, sage, please enlighten me!” or some such. Since oracles in days of yore used animal entrails (among other somewhat less grodie things) to aid in their divination, they mightn’t have been far off the mark. Â Except: as a tireless sidekick to his sister, and therefore the youngest in most any clump of kids, he is more often seeker than prophet.
Like the field mouse, I reckon that won’t last for ever.
Ice cream Saturday, Albany, CA.
Apologies for the zero posts this past week. We had a birthday in there, with a double-birthday boy party (4 yrs old & 90). Plus the usual sundry, plus plus. Over here, you will see one sign of the busyness of the week.
What the heck was that, you ask? Glad you asked. It’s an Annex I’m going to keep over at Posterous, because why? Because between a full-blown, fairly carefully landscaped and weeded blog, plus a Twitter feed, a gal doesn’t have quite enough online venues for self-expression.  Over five years ago I thought of this space as an open lab of sorts, a place to audition and share ideas in process. What with their eventual destiny being: buffed, polished, and appearing on a printed page, either as an essay in a journal or magazine or anthology, or in a book of me own.  That notion is still in place (I’m polishing up material that began here for submission to an anthology even as we speak!).  But I’ve also come to regard this blog as way more well-thought out than I first thought it would be, a piece of media in its own right, and one with high editorial standards for inclusion (if not for frequency of publication! cough!).
So! After seeing other self-respecting blogger folks set up smaller, less formal venues for sharing visual stuff (Karen Walrond’s Posterous tag line: “because the iPhone photos have to go somewhere”!), I thought: “Hey! The other cool kids have one! I want one too!”  And thus I slid another yard or two down the proverbial slippery slope.  I post, therefore I am.
Birthday boy 1 (at 4): contemplating b-day cake, Berkeley, CA.
Birthday boy 2 (at 90): contemplating b-day donut, Castro Valley, CA.
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