It seems like half of land ownership is making do with the tools on hand. The the small lawnmower broke down the week I finally got a “Bush Hog” for the tractor so I can quit using the lawnmower for work beyond its intended purpose in the. Good used tractors are in short supply this… Continue reading Still Life. With Tractor.
At five in the morning the view through the window is dark and only trucks run up I-5 in the valley. The rest area looks like a marina in with lights coming and going in procession. In the 1990s this house was remodeled for good in the vaulted ceilings and a giant window in the… Continue reading Out of darkness
Or Christmas… We will be greeted as liberators, This won’t hurt bit, the check is in the mail. We all know these are lies. Yet we still believe them. They comfort us and distract. But there is no solution in deception. The streets of Eugene are empty with the only people outside live outside with… Continue reading “The war will be over by Easter”
Three days before arriving I stood on a rise in the desert; below were hundreds of steel buildings housing thousands. People heading home, people heading to war. The haze and dust of hangs with the smell of oil in this small country, and even in February the heat in the late afternoon makes the horizon… Continue reading A strange homecoming.