bluer

ian's evening sky

winds all day yesterday

smoke seems to have blown out for a bit

(or maybe not, i don't know this place much)

and i don't smell it now, anyway.

but the morning sky is bluer and the mountains

are black/deep green/tan

(is that snow on a ridge?)

smoke in the air, maybe

dust on my shoes

removed by the door.

the longing for water.

a creek cantering by

willows drought dead, now revive

hug the edges and hide.

different than home

so beautiful and i want to say

vital, tenacious, fragile and gifted to me

for a fortnight.

 proto paper!

 one of two big tables

portals 

 lokta

for india 

a benign face in the posts and beams

blogger won't let me upload todays pictures. 

no matter, yesterday's will do.

we're getting to know each other

this brick place and me.