Doe & Fawn

Monday, 14 July, 2014 -( 28˚C / 82˚F @ 8:30 pm )-

Deer and Fawn
Deer With Fawn, July 14th, 2014.
Deer With Fawn.
Deer With Fawn in fuzzy darkness falling #2, July 14th, 2014.

Our neighbours told us that the deer who has been coming around lately (which is odd behaviour for a deer, they usually disappear all summer and start coming around to augment their diet in September) had triplets and probably needs all the good food she can get.

Tonight we saw a deer and one fawn. I can’t tell one normal deer from another, so I don’t know if this is the mother of triplets and one of those fawns or not. And I had to use the flash and I didn’t want to scare them away, so these are the best photos I got.

~~~~~Jim

I’ve Seen A Lot Of Green Things Lately (Poem from 1971, rediscovered in archives)

I’ve Seen A Lot Of Green

Posted by Jim – July 14th, 2014

I’ve seen a lot of green things lately
growing, trimmed to fit a grasping
need to feel our power over life
and cars still speed past my window
in a hurry to get to somewhere
they’ll probably wish they weren’t
yet their noises sometimes call me
to follow as far as your door.

Don’t ask me how I feel
I’ll tell you, whenever something touches me
or reaches for my eyes or mind
some complicated network
made of things like telephone lines
somehow pulls impressions
to a place where they’re measured and
set in line with things that have
happened
before.

Don’t ask what turns me on
the music that once filled me
echoes of small ideas and wasted energy
though I’m sick of reacting to things
I can’t control
I’m lazy and lagging
I want to start something
that makes sense
beyond all this
but I’m tired.

Don’t ask me what I want
I’m afraid to tell you
someone with soft hair
whose eyes I wouldn’t push
away from my mind, leaves
an image that won’t let me think
to the time I’ll stop my dreaming.

Don’t ask me what I’ve found
I’ll skip over the rulers of darkness
and light
and mathematical formulas
that can teach you why
the Earth moves and grass grows
and forty thousand people a year
have to die in cars;

And I’d tell you
I’ve learned that I need her
Her!
and daily look for reasons
to make her laugh
which set aside
fears that keep my hand
from reaching for hers.

Jim Wellington (4t try, august 24, 1971)