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Bella the Cat

 

Cold in the apartment.

Warm in the just-out-of-the-dryer laundry basket.

 

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And a fake bird in a bare tree

Early this winter one of my neighbors hung a whole bunch of fake cardinals in a front-yard tree.  Yesterday it snowed, and I actually burst out laughing on the street this morning.

 

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The 2017 SJ Rozan Calendars are here!

For your gift-buying pleasure, including, of course, gifts for yourself.  They’re not quite all here (kind of like me) — Accordions to come, give me a few days.  But

New York City is here

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and

Assisi is here.

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And please note: Proceeds this year go to Planned Parenthood. So, buy away!

The return of the haiku

The haiku have been on hiatus (no, I couldn’t resist that line, would you have?) but now that we’re in for a long, dark time, I feel the need to write them again. So they’re back, now with photos.

Bright windless morning
Gulls cry, loud in the quiet
Sun glints on ripples

Hawk slides across moon
Circles up on rising drafts
A black speck, then gone

Patrol boat churns past
White wake rises, fades again
Glassy water shines

 

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Hunter’s Moon and the Brooklyn Bridge

Sunday, Oct. 16, the Hunter’s Moon rose over NYC. The Hunter’s Moon is the full moon after the Harvest Moon, which is the one closest to the fall equinox. The Hunter’s Moon is also called the Blood Moon, and this year it rose big and red. A bunch of us, led by the indomitable Keith Michael, wanted to see it from the Brooklyn Bridge, so we did.

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Strolling over the bridge in sunset.

 

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Just taking photos.

 

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Just taking more photos.

 

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Cables at sunset.

 

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Cables after sunset.

 

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Manhattan gets pastel at dusk…

 

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…and colorful after dark.

 

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Finally, the Hunter’s Moon.

 

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It rises through the cables of the Manhattan Bridge, in the distance.

 

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The higher it goes, the more color it loses.

 

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In the cables, it looks doubled.

 

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Then the Man in the Moon just looks confused.

 

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Finally, peering into other peoples’ windows through the reflections in their glass, we head off the bridge and home.

 

 

 

Horses, too

The Cedar Valley Retreat Center has rolling grounds, many outdoor spaces for sitting and thinking, hills to climb, woods to stroll through, plus of course a couple of buildings for residence, meetings and classes. The place has another mission, too, carried out in a few buildings and fields at the front of the property. Besides hosting retreats like the the Wisconsin Writers’ Association Novel-in-Progress Bookcamp, they also do horse rescue. The first year I was here a couple of retired goats were also in residence, and their climbing structure remains though they seem to be gone. But at least two horses are living out their twilight years here. One of them plodded out of the barn yesterday to post picturesquely for both a long shot and a close-up.

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Eleventh Saturday, from Independence, Ohio

Cardinal on branch.
Flock of starlings invades tree.
Red blur streaks away.

Granulated frost
Dusting cars in parking lot,
Vanishing in sun.

Traffic whizzing by.
Cars’ long shadows race ahead,
Slicing through morning.

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Happy Tsaagan Sar!

Mongolian New Year, that would be. Like anyone else, Mongolians celebrate holidays with food. I haven’t been in Mongolia for Tsaagan Sar, but we did do a lot of eating this last trip. Here’s our guide, Alma, and our drivers, Naara and Ogi, setting up the kitchen:

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And here’s one of many memorable meals:

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Happy Tsaagan Sar!

Gung Hay Fat Choy!

Best to all in this Year of the Monkey. Took this photo in Singapore, when a monkey family swung through the trees beside us as we strolled a path.

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Snowzilla, the aftermath

Went out this morning early, in the bright sun. Lots of dogs and photogs: the day was absolutely gorgeous.

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Steps

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Car waits to be dug out

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Wheeling the bike back into the garage (after she flopped into the snow to flatten a path)

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Another bike to come back for

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Be a while before this pile melts

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Down by the river (Carlos Dews, this one’s for you)

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This isn’t usually a pool, it’s a small inlet with a bridge over it about three feet above the water

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Scrollwork on the back of my bench

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Why I couldn’t sit on my bench this morning

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Car, somewhere in there

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Snow on low wall, against high wall

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Grace is everywhere