" Stand still in the middle of the world,

 let it be Missoula,

 any crossroad in the west.

 You are here, alive in this place,

 touching with sight

things that are smoke tomorrow." 

                     from Alive in the World

                                by John Haines

I am still chewing thru the photos from our trip

to the cabin. What struck me about the photos I took 

on this day was the vivid colours the green, yellows

 and blues and how the birds seemed posed in

intricate sets like actors awaiting their cues.

  

 

"we become at last like trees 

 who stand within themselves, thinking. 

And when we wake--if we do--

we come back bringing the images 

of a lonely childhood: the hands 

we held, the threads we unwound 

from shadows beneath us; 

and sounds as voices in another room 

where some part of our life 

was being prepared--near which we lay, 

waiting for our life to begin."

                  from Sleep

                         by John Haines