Happy New Year 2016

Our new year's day started with a wonderful sighting; first it looked like a strange duck, it was too small to be an otter.
We think it is a mink!
The American Mink is a species that does live in the Yukon, but I don't think I ever seen one. He stayed long enough for me to take a picture and then disappeared. We were at the Takhini river, towards Kusawa Lake. We also did see common goldeneyes

This afternoon, it looked like we saw one male with 6 females. But one of those 6 was a strange duck, a bufflehead.

The beginning of the year very good.

But so was the ending, celebrating with friends here at home, Northern lights were spectacular and we had one beautiful colorful firecracker!

Happy Nee Year to all of you that still do visit me here at times!

bound by freedom

of being free

to feel resistance fully

not being chased by moment

after moment, after moment

moments in which i can hide

nowhere to go

nothing to do

following lines

lines taking shape

it is so heavy

the lines, the shapes, the moments

infinitely

I can not ever finish it

my angel self falls apart

because the next moment already overtook the previous

my heart a thousand pieces of glass

floating in outer space

I will never recover them

the pressure on the chest

the space to see them

as shining stars

black holes

light years apart

I sit here with my cat

she is surprisingly understanding

it hurts

these shards of glass

trying to be contained

and i am not talking loss

it is the soft 

early evening light

there is no way to hold onto that

the sound of scraping metal against ice

no movement

the pain old old 

very old

the stillness

only moving through the ticking of time

easy, easing into it

when a shard of glass

cuts through the skin

there really is

only an opening up

the blood

to flow freely

where ever it wants to go

not contained by one body

or even two

a moment in time

the red against the crystal light

the dark spruce trees

they that weigh heavy on my shoulders

the lightness of it all when lifted

pseudonym

Pseudoflower

would you know it.

http://kamounlab.dreamhosters.com/pdfs/PLOSONE_2013b.pdf

this little rockcress, tries to be a little yellow rose (potentilla)

I took a little break tonight from writing the book. nanowrimo. which is not the title, but my inspiration.

the book is coming along quite nicely, and if it ever finish it, 

 it will be a rockcress that tries to be a yellow rose

my pseudonym could

be 

puccina monoica 

so the book will gather rust before anyone knows i wrote it

NaNoWriMo

I am writing a book.
Mildly putting it, it is a daunting task ( to use writers' lingo).
I can barely make the amount of required daily word count.
No time to; reread what i wrote, know my characters, no suggestion of some sort of plan, and then there is keeping organized, barely time for that. The characters keep going off in directions i don't want them to go going into some sort of main stream, them wanting to be stereotypical, where i have to rewrite their adventures to have them be totally beautiful uniquely their own selves.
In down time i read Bill Bryson. NOT GOOD i love his book so much , it makes me laugh so much

It makes me feel useless, even trying.
One of his lines i just read, that made me crack up:
"All that is required of you is your willingness to trudge"
Yes Bill, that is easy said when your in the woods. I am good in the woods,
Not here, not on this totally unfamiliar terrain
 of writing a book.

I bare

                                                                                                          ( spring picture)

went to my lover today 
you know her
she the one that flows 
languidly
gracefully
there was ice white
with snow and grey wetness
the dark water
and the sounds
the sounds i didn't know 
would scare me
slightly
creatures in the water 
or beyond
i watched the ice floes
for a long time
it seemed that they
would build onto 
the forming ice bridge
the river freezing over 
while i touched
she touched me
but they did not 
these ice floes
they would first build up
and then duck
 under
to appear 
on the other end
and sail off
and taken in 
by the ripples
of the current
i will never know 
if you lie to me
to protect me
or yourself
i feel cold 
in your water
flow flow flow
flow with me
melt me
melt me
sunshine on the water
or even if
snowflakes were falling
we are all one

a place

Sometimes you  briefly meet someone

and you know you will meet again.

You know there is so much more.

But you don't know 

when or if

 or ever.

the wonderful world of October

I might just love October most of all

My feathers wet

The rocks exposed

And the lake,

the freezing and the melting

a wind instrument

making the most beautiful

music