Saturday, May 26, 2007

Erasing

Truly no horizon line today. Distant boats and low-flying planes are indistinguishable. Blessed rain. Mist.

New garden coming slowly, with surprises. At what point does the leaf become more important than the flower?

Drawn to these colors: greens, whites, and creams with a little purple, blue, yellow. The sky at sunset is florid enough.

No evidence of Great Lakes fish kill here, but clusters of boats day and night circling a single spot just offshore. Must be on one of those secret fishing maps.

3 comments:

Maureen McHugh said...

How are the tomato plants?

Amy said...

One is quite happy, the other is fatigued and has morphing anxiety. I hope to replace one of the three cameras stolen from my old house, and actually post pictures on my blog...

what a concept!

Maureen McHugh said...

My plants are growing strong and mighty, but it's been raining a lot and so far they're just ornamental. No blossoms, much less baby tomatoes.

Mine looked fatigued and I miracle gro'd it and it came back.