Observations (in the raw)
We are at the half-way point in the year. I must say, there is something disturbing about that. Time passing too quickly, I guess. And we are at that point of abundance in the year, maybe even, overabundance. The word fecundity comes to mind and Annie Dillard's chapter by the same name in Pilgrim at Tinker Creek. As I sit here, there are three hummingbirds fighting for the feeder, rabbits of all sorts are running about , and seeds, the walking kind, are everywhere. And, of course, flies are at plague proportions. All are fighting for survival, to make their mark.As the wind blows out of the East, it blows in a chance of rain. This is such welcome news. Yes, Summer reigns heavy right now.
Pat Greenwell is an artist. A painter and sometimes poet, he has been searching the New Mexico desert for a couple of years now, looking for lost possibilities and probable intentions.
"...mostly stream-of-consciousness stuff, you know...