Pleasantly Fall

New carpet covers the path
As we pass one another
Our masks force us
To look into each others eyes
To see a smile

Smile we do
Speaking with our friends
Without words
The trees that cover us
Laugh at our limited vision
Sleeping in warm beds

What I saw:

SoCal trees are a little slow on the uptake. The nights get cool, but the days are still warm, so our poor trees become confused.
Eventually, like children, they concede it’s time to “sleep.”

The Jetty

Heartbeats
Rumble in

Pulses
From across the world

Wild saline
A mother’s touch

Irresistible
Irreversible
Irreconcilable
Irrevocable

Iridescent transformation
From life to life

A little time spent by the ocean fixes many broken connections
I live an extraordinarily boring life, and I’m good with that.

27 minutes of ocean speak:

Red Crowned Parrots of San Diego

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.

Tomatillo Salsa!

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)

The Process:

Tomatillo from Mark Wade on Vimeo.

DOTS

Water lapped against the jetty
A helicopter roared at the Naval base
Jets blasted their goodbyes behind me
A million people sat down to dinner

As dwellers scurried in their walks
Their runs, their yoga, their fishing
Suddenly all time stopped
As the moon rose from behind the curtain

And reminded us
How small we really are,
That there are things much bigger
Than the sum of all of us

A throng of phone cameras ensued
The old man with two more generations fishing
Even the walked dogs
Stopped and were silent

It was all just too much
And just the right amount