Dancing Crow

tree shadow

tree shadow
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.

The sun was at the perfect angle to center the shadow on the side of the building... AND I had my camera, and the batteries weren't dead.

poetry field

There seems to be a poetry field, or something, between me and the Canadian horses in Pelham.

As I come over a particular hill, and look north towards Mount Toby, some set of words will come to me, from nearly nowhere it seems, and I'll have to pull over at the UMass Sunwheel and write them down. If I don't, they're lost. If I do write them down, I can find them again. I think - I haven't actually tried to find something yet. I am still too astonished at words appearing like this.   

I'll take a picture next time I go that way.

fuzzy ears

fuzzy ears
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.

The warmest piece of my horse has to be his ears - they are fuzzy in a way that the rest of him just isn't, really.

This is a more characteristic expression for him:

Bully
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.

a boy and his codfish

a boy and his codfish
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.

I promised pictures of the codfish I made for Brownell, but then I got embarrassed about not sending it to him, so I packaged it and post it before photographing it.

I am grateful to Jes for the picture of the boy enjoying his fish!

sumac

sumac
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.

finally - finished SOMETHING!

weak excuses, weak batteries...

Part of my problem is that my beloved camera got dropped, and now it still kind of works but it eats batteries far faster than it ever did before. I think it is just dying slowly.

Anyhow, once I have a working camera again, then I can take more pictures of things again, and then I can show you new stuff. Because I sent the fish to the young man without getting a good picture, which is a bummer, but he was getting old and the fish needed to go more than it needed to be photographed. I think I am making more fish. A mackerel, because they have lovely stripes. And a flounder, because I love the idea of two eyes on one side of its face.

RE Previous post - The poi to which I was referring are the balls on strings that get whirled about in fancy patterns, not the mashed taro root.

obsessed

So I have this horse. Or at least, I have the keeping of this horse. And between the horse and the rest of the things I am thinking about, I am doing nothing blogworthy. For which I apologize.

I owe you a picture of the nephew's fish.

I owe you some pictures of things I have been making (flags for Aerin to use like poi, Poi for Alice to use like, well, poi).

I have no idea when it might happen.

happy October.

bully trot grin

bully trot grin
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.

This is the horse I am leasing for the year. His name is Bully, which is short for Bullwinkle, but everyone who sees him calls him Wooly Bully. He is not at all wooly. He is an aged (23 years old!) Thoroughbred, with a lot of education. In a very sweet twist of fate, he was delivered to his new barn today, which is also my 49th birthday.

So I am square, and in charge of a horse for a year, and completely delighted with things.

Thank you very much.

You could be excused for thinking I don't do anything.

You could be excused (also) for thinking the reverse; that life is too busy to have time to sit down and say anything reasonable.

You might actually be correct on both counts.

I haven't made anything worth posting a picture, although when I finish the amazing nephew's cod fish I will show you. And I have been taking full advantage of the gorgeous weather we have had and riding one or two horses a day for the last several weeks.

Once the weather closes down I'll be back. I am sure of it.

Alice first day 2009

Alice first day 2009
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.

starting in a giant public school after 2 years at happy-fluffy-love school, slept badly, brave face... we'll let you know in a week how it really is.