Wednesday, March 5, 2014

an evening journey

…with friends
 was it wednesday?
i don't recall
 but
 naomi drove marie and me
into the mountains
 where we found a few surprising things
 vast
 and more vast
 and looking down,
a few pieces of trash
 including a dirty diaper.
 which made us angry.
 oh, but this place!
 so different than
my old familiar adirondacks
 oh, my

 we all took photos

 and a month or so ago
there were fires here
 but this land knows 
how to deal with it
 trace's xanthorea
 working through.
the burnt bits
wrote mysteries all over
my white twill pants
and then we went to dinner
with trace.
~~~
gail stiffe has put up a post
about my class at beautiful silks
and the book she completed.

21 comments:

Valerianna said...

So very, very different from your usual landscape... that's for sure! And throwing a dirty diaper there - it is a choice, and I wonder what thoughts go through the head while doing this, or maybe so out of touch, no thought at all?

Velma Bolyard said...

valerie, litter has always infuriated and confused me. and the burnt over parts…so frightening.

Mo Crow said...

you spent time in one of the great wild place here in the Land Down Under! Cherish it... our current government wants to turn it all into a Coal Seam Gas fienld and take all the trees... Poor Fellow My Country...

Mo Crow said...

please excuse the typos!

Velma Bolyard said...

mc, i'm reminded of that old john denver song about tearing down mountains or joni mitchell about paving paradise. it's terribly crazy

ronnie said...

to get to know a place one has to spend time with it, feel the rocks, see the sky, smell the charred trees.... you can't help but love a place when you spend time learning its ways...

Velma Bolyard said...

ronnie, you are so right. the land, the woods smelled SO different than our great north woods. but OH, lovely lovely scent of eucalyptus and hot soil and even the sad charred spots smelled interesting.

Trace Willans said...

Shame you didn't take a picture of your pants, they were a sight to see. So John Wolsley. x te

Velma Bolyard said...

trace, that WAS your massage night, wasn't it?

Anonymous said...

the rocks remind me of VeeDaVoo in Wyoming
the thrown away diaper reminds me of Flat Rocks
the burning reminds me of our mostly western wild fires
and the BIG, BAD, mostly BOYS wanting to desiccate a national treasure seems to be universal
joni Mitchell...:"destroy paradise and put up a parking lot"
claudia

Velma Bolyard said...

claudia, i remember climbing around veedavoo with you! i loved that. time to deparkinglot places into wild

jude said...

welcome back

Velma Bolyard said...

thanks, jude. i'm home!

Barry said...

V - such resilience. B

Velma Bolyard said...

barry, you would have loved the drawing that woods did on my pants, amazing charcoal lines, which were almost impossible to remove from the cotton!

eb said...

yes so different
from our Adirondacks
now white blanketed once again
love the spaciousness
and idea of the mystery drawing

welcome back

Velma Bolyard said...

eb, yes, home is softer somehow and harsher because of the surprise of it all. you will love oz. and fire season is probably all done. i think. i never photographed the pants, silly me.

Trace Willans said...

Yes Velma I was having a massage that night. And I am looking forward to spending time with eb real soon.
x te

Velma Bolyard said...

trace, right! that's why you had that blissed out look! tuesday night, right before my camera hit the drink. enjoy eb!!!

eb said...

10 days Velma...
and then 3 weeks in oz
I can not wait to spend time with Trace and all
thanks so much for sharing your wonderful time there (and via sweet Christine helpful thoughts)
when we return - I am hoping the violets are a purple blaze across the lawn - perhaps you might hop the ferry and come for a visit - we can do tea and sandwiches while dreaming the wild blue yonder,

xox - eb.

Velma Bolyard said...

e-enjoy! you will love it and love trace. she's wonderful.

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