
DAILY PHOTO: Makalidurga Cliffside
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I've never been lost in the woods, though I've been lost so many times. I've been lost in my neighborhood, and I've been lost within my mind. You say the trees look all the same. I say that's some speciesist shit. No. I don't know the trees by name, but that doesn't matter a whit. I've never been lost in the woods: lost means wishing to be elsewhere. Lost is all about "woulds" and "coulds." But I'm not lost if I don't care: don't care I don't know this exact spot, 'cause I know precisely where I'm not!
How to Read the Wilderness: An Illustrated Guide to the Natural Wonders of North America by Nature Study Guild
The fallen leaves
of a sheltered tree
form a shadow
made of yellow,
a pointillist shadow
painted yellow,
‘til the wind blows
angled and low
to send that shadow
on its way -
or ‘til the leaves
turn brown and crisp…
whichever comes first.

The sun is out after
days of gray,
and no fog or cloud stands
in my way
of seeing skies of blue.

foggy Fall morning:
one bank is clear, one hazy —
both of one river

the blue sky
reflects upon the river,
and they are one




