Monday, February 19, 2007

Easy morning, among the branches and broken pine.

1. Sitting up in bed with Lou drinking tea and chatting vaguely as we read magazines.

2. Climbing up a hunting tower to get a different perspective on the woods.

3. A pine tree has fallen recently. The trunk has shattered like matchwood and the clearing smells of resin.

Volunteers, eleven and bright crayons.

1. Volunteers growing out of the yellow clay on the edge of the building site: a castor oil plant with spiked green seed pods; and a couple ...