Saw documentary Mary Oliver, Saved by the Beauty of the World. S’good. Also I miss Stephen Colbert (he’s in the documentary). “… the fields and the woods and the possibility of the world salvaged from the lords of profit.” (With picture from the garden.)

Happy International Cat Day (and my bday)! Here's my fur people.

Wee poemical for the timeline.

A very small poem from last year, a moment's respite from, *gestures*...

Just some roses for the timeline. They smell divine.

Yes, there's a lot, it's a lot. But still.

Oh look, it's disability pride month. This is about that.

An echo, ephemera of words.

Small poemical.

For Solstice. (digital collage, not ai, by me)

Small poem.

Two lizards, hereabouts known as a Milton and a Mildred, on the head of a dragon statue in the garden, photo taken by my sister.

Oh to be this content.

Small garden break.

A digital collage (not AI) and a poem reappearing from the past. Somewhat on the subject of the numinous.

Close up of red poppy.

Horses, 16th c, ancient Chinese (Crocker museum), modern (outside a Ben Franklin store).

Fresh Tinkerton for the timeline.

Bears repeating, I think.

Here is a digital collage (no AI) I did for comfort several years ago, and a poem, ditto.

Just some take a breath emergency flowers.

A small poem from 2020.

Poem.

The lizards are getting a little more patient sitting for glamour shots.

Timeline pause for breath.

Hello, I am lizard. One of the black lizards that inhabit the gardens here.

Longing for a world kinder, readier, queerer. (digital collage, not AI)

A digital collage (not AI) from four years ago just as a moment's refreshment on the timeline.

Wrote this in 2020. Still rings true tones in me. But also, I know there are lights shining through; there are always lights shining through.