silver bullets

silver bullets

in america a silver bullet is an ice cold coors light in an aluminum can. in southern france it was an ice cold mackerel in a fishmonger’s tray. i have my preferences, which i will not disclose.

mackerel tails

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going with the flow

going with the flow

these flowers stood tremblingly above the water of the orb river while the aquatic vines they grew from writhed in the current below. i’m sure mr. darwin could help me see why this particular niche had to be filled in this particular ecosystem, but i couldn’t see any natural advantage to it other than beauty. it was a good enough reason for me.

aquatic river weeds with blossoms

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visible wounds

visible wounds

sometimes the shallowest wounds are the most visible. cut your finger, and every semi-stranger will ask about the band-aid. harbor a grief you can’t get past, and best friends might distantly suspect.

wounded mulberry plane tree leaf

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memento mori

memento mori
go kiss the person you love. tell a couple of old friends who aren’t expecting it how much they mean to you. linger over coffee. make something. don’t look at email. don’t read the news. have the kind of day you wouldn’t regret if this were the last of them. we all know how this ends.

oriole (roadkill)

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redbud

redbud
a friend of mine lived in nashville for years. she and her husband lived in a state park outside the city, and as a northerner from minnesota, where we pride ourselves on highway shoulders so clean you could picnic off of them, it always took some getting used to, when we would go visit, and find ourselves in what was supposed to be remote nature, but that was so full of man-made stuff that people had left behind and never picked up. it made me think i would have trouble living there, except for one thing–the sheer splendor of the trees in that part of the world. a forest full of redbuds and tulip poplars and walnuts and pecans and cherries and oaks and ash and and magnolias is a sight to make you spend all day looking up in worshipful wonder, and forget the signs of neglect at your feet.

eastern redbud buds

turtle lake, shoreview, minnesota

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