October 5th, 2008
This morning, in the biography of William James that I’ve been making my way through at the pace of about two paragraphs a day for the past year, he described the New England autumnof 1908 as “heartbreaking in its sentimentality.” And indeed, even one hundred years of disastrous human history and climate change later, the foliage is so spectacular, it’s almost maudlin. Here’s the moose yesterday, carrying Mt. Abe on her shoulders.
And here’s a movie I made this afternoon while I was yanking up roots from the garden and flocks of wild geese honked by overhead.
Check out my pal Phranc’s daily variety show on YouTube. If Mister Rogers and Peewee Herman gave birth to a l’il bulldagger, this is what she’d be like.
May 22nd, 2008
As I drove home from the moose’s house in town this morning, there was a story on the radio about bobolinks. Their diet in South Read the rest of this entry »
April 18th, 2008
Today I decided to let my cat be an outside cat.
March 20th, 2008
Surely domestic productivity has plummeted this week, what with all the submissions I’m getting for this fake newspaper. I just put up FIFTEEN new ads, and three new articles. Read the rest of this entry »
March 14th, 2008
It was so nice here today I was prompted to make another installment in the video series, Wild Kingdom: Shaky Handheld Footage of my Back Yard.
December 16th, 2007
I was just looking out the window at the birds feeding in the blizzard when a white weasel popped Read the rest of this entry »
November 22nd, 2007
Look! In my yard. On Thanksgiving.
October 23rd, 2007
I adopted a new cat last Friday. As you can see, though, she’s quite nervous, and is having a hard time adjusting to her new home.
Here she is starring in what I promise is my absolutely last Gerard Manley Hopkins poem set to shaky handheld footage of my yard.
If only because I don’t know any more of his poems.
