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From “I Know Why the Caged Bird Kills,” spoken by the character Dr. Henry Killinger.
Love is not private. Love is to be shared.
Compromise, my friend, is the essence of diplomacy. And diplomacy is the cornerstone of love.

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Aphid farm

A fly

Another fly, or same fly from above

For anyone who’s been looking at my photos, this may come as a surprise.
I’ve spent years terrified of spiders and bees.
The macro work is aversion therapy, of a sort.

The big purple thistles are in bloom here. We didn’t get to Caribou yesterday because I wanted pictures of thistles. The ones I wanted were on the side of the interstate. Sdalek thought this was a bad idea, so we drove into the country. We found thistles in a field that was for sale and […]

It’s been four years since Sedgewick died. I dreamed of him this morning–the darned cocky bird grinding his beak and acting coy and content.
I woke up smiling, thinking of him and feeling he was at peace. I realized that I’d been unconsciously sad because of the anniversary.

Musical interlude #1 (30 second streaming MP3 clip)

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I like labyrinths. They’re used for meditative walking and are a beautiful archetypal image.
Some links for building your own labyrinth:

Johnny Baker on mowing your own labyrinth
Labyrinths Idea Book
The labyrinth of Spring Farm
Mid-Atlantic Geomancy on how to make a labyrinth

Sometimes I am overwhelmed with melancholia, anticipating the loss of friends and loved ones.
Mortality I can deal with.
It’s my own stupidity that frustrates me most. I stumble along, make judgment errors, start worrying about abandonment.
I forget–forgiveness and grace exist. But I never count on either. They’re always unexpected.

If there’s one thing I wish I had, it’s a trust-worthiness indicator.
It would work globally. No matter where the other person is, it would tell me if that person could be trusted.
It would be discreet. Ideally, I could get the thing implanted so that it would be undetectable. I’m the only one who needs […]