The Great Blue Owl
Returning from Noir City Film Fest one midnight, we heard a who-who-who-ing on The Owl, our neighbor's houseboat . . . answered by a call coming from some bobbing mast in the channel. I put my hands together and responded with a whistle. Silence. I snapped a Hail Mary photo in the dark and sent it to Dennis B., a photo magician, to sort it all out. Who knew?? The iPhone wasn't talking. Neither was it's pocket pal, iFlask. And neither, was cagey Dennis B.
Nobody here but us bowls, coffee filters, and bean grinders . . .
"Looking at a cat, like looking at clouds or stars or the ocean, makes it difficult to believe there is nothing miraculous in this world." Leonard Michaels
Good Night 2020
photo by Dennis Bayer
Photographer Gets Photographed
photo by Denns Bayer
Shovel Art Masks Up
masks designed by Tony Aldarondo
Tai Chi And Galoshes
I'm up to my ears in winter and the neighbor's shingles are touched with frost. Practicing cloud hands on our roof, I could use a pair of mittens till the chi kicks in. I've lived in trees, under redwoods where sunlight did not go and the yellow glow from a kitchen's bulb illuminated our summer cabin all day. Moss in the trees, on the steps, on the shingled roof of a storybook house for a storybook life where our son was born, where neighbors brought us a stroller with a kitten tucked inside , where deer fed on grass and lived by the creek in a place we did not own but were never more free. And this morning doing tai chi on the roof in the light, the only trees being distant palms bending in the wind like sails on land, my galoshes in a pool of condensation deep enough for goldfish, for a Pisces to float, reflecting the foliage of clouds colored by sunrise, fluttered by gulls, my hands going through their motion . . . be your own hero, they whisper, lean into the wind, you are forever free when you live how you want to be . . . bow to the trees.
