It’s quiet here
Cold and dusty
Bring a broom
We all went for the brass ring
And found it rusted
Betraying its promise
Watching the tide rise
We refused to get up
Sitting was too comfortable
Now we can’t get up
Of casting us all asunder
In the early 90’s I was up on a swing stage with a forensic leak specialist. Not too high, maybe only six stories. We were documenting some sealant failures, performing tests and recording results.
Then came a distant squawk and screech from behind us. it became louder and the sounds resonated off the building glass. “Stan, check this out,” I interrupted, pointing at a flock of about fifty birds. They were thirty yards out and their noise became eerily loud as they passed. Stan shot me a look, “are those parrots?” “Yup, no one is sure how they got here, but there are several large flocks throughout the county,” I exclaimed.
As much as I have tried to discover how these birds got here, apparently, no one is sure. They are indigenous to northwestern Mexico. There is much lore about illegal bird smugglers releasing them to avoid getting caught with evidence. That has never been proven….though there may be some truth to something like that happening. Even if it was something as uneventful as two escaping a home, I’m glad they’re here. I’m not supposed to be glad about it, but they’re here and I like ’em!
They are loud, obnoxious and very entertaining.
This year….just last week, a pair cased our garden. A couple of days ago, they came back, and feasted on our two remaining sunflowers.
In the opening clip of the video we see two species, but only the pair of red crowned returned. They came by three times and finished off the sunflowers.
I was stoked, and got lots of footage.
Closing my eyes
What do I see?
I see the wind,
And the sun chasing shadows
A day, once a resounding choir
Now, only whispers
One of my favorite photographic spots from 2012. It still is a favorite. I’m pretty sure it still is. It is now a forbidden zone. It’s a dystopian nightmare, when people with power, so utterly gripped by fear who lead through fear bear down on the masses with ridiculous decisions.
I miss this place terribly, there is a hole in my heart.
Three photographs stitched and heavily edited.
I’d like to thank my daughter for some tomatillo seeds. They have flourished in the garden and make a very sweet salsa.
About 25 Small and Medium Tomatillos
1 Small Onion
4 Garlic Cloves
1 Large Jalapenó Chili (or Serrano)
Or more if you like it hot!
3 Dashes Cumin
1 Tsp Salt (Adjust as needed)
Lemon Juice From 1 Average Lemon
Cilantro to desikred taste
1/2 tsp Black Pepper (adjust for taste)