Monday, March 26, 2012
Eleven Tooth
by john clare
Will we ever ride again the long pine lined route up to Moniac?
Just to stop at the store for a drink with the eleven tooth gal?
Then turn around for a RC stop in Taylor on our journey back?
If this was what they called the burning of daylight,
Roger sure knew how.
Caught in a long tailwind of dream, we silently pedaled the miles,
The hand ahead faithfully pointing to the broken glass.
Seems the Sanderson gals had the prettiest smiles,
We never considered this burning of daylight wouldn't last.
In the spin of the laundromat on his phone he spoke.
It was mostly to friends I had never met,
But knew all their tears, how their lives were broke.
Then in the steady cadence their woes I'd forget.
Long climbs and upon the top I would stop,
While down in the valley struggled my friend.
But once upon the flats, I would be dropped,
Then all forgiven upon seeing her eleven tooth grin.
The gals moved on and now they never know,
Once in time a friend cared they labored hard.
Some day to the lone Moniac store I must go,
Tell the eleven tooth girl Roger sends his regard's.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Saturday, March 24, 2012
To the light! To the light!
The evening I had returned to Alligator Park in order to see if the two baby eagles and the mother were in a good position for a photograph. She soon fled the nest and the chicks hunkered down, so I sped down to the open semi-wet lake bed hoping to spot the turkey. No turkey. Standing in the field, a large dark cloud obscured the setting sun. It caused a broad band of light rays, that was most dramatic. It was in the field, that I saw the two thistles, with the myriad of stink bugs, wasps and bees clamoring over the top. I took the D5000 and attached the three-foot flash cord. I set the flash on low and held it in such a way so as to back light the thistle. I then waited for the creatures to fly. The combination was pleasing.
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