May 29th, 2014

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Thursday morning events

I look at a photograph of my mother and father, both departd from this life, and feel a pang of
grief. On the internet I comb through to try to identify a small, olive-colored forest bird I saw yesterday--perhaps Bell's vireo, I decide. The 10 minutes to 7 a.m. sun frames a blue sky in a front hall room. A man from France wrote me to ask if he could use two of my songs in a short film he is making this Summer.
dark flower

observational deduction

Though I do not think of myself as a detail person, I get amused sometimes at how much mundane, detailed but intriguing analysis I do.


I like wildlife watching because it also involves detail work--the aimless analysis of something wonderful and in focus.