call me dana 🐱✨

Buttercream Joy Sullivan

1984, George Orwell

Mary Oliver in “Dog Songs”

friendly neighbourhood Skitty

Farm pond and fog rising from the ridge, last day of June 2019

🍅🌿🍃🌼 chomato 🌱🍅🌼🌤️

Across the lake towards Donat’s Peak in late June

Frog studies from life, sitting by my grandma’s pond.

— Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass

Field notes

the fisherwoman

bob...

doomed

peace on earth ☾ ⋆*₊˚ ✧˖* prints ✷ timelapse

from Sorting by Joanna Klink

Had I been able to read the signs, had you been able to speak more clearly, had I noticed, not assumed, had you come to me in understanding linking need to need, had I heard you, had you spoken, I heard, as you said the words, the harder course, you insisted, nor have you always lived it, persist, and cannot any longer pass lightly over anything. You came to me in understanding and brought with you the need of a whole life, having for months looked elsewhere, the streets of the town after midnight, a nullity in each living room’s blue t.v., letters to others, drought in the mind drought in the neighborhood grass. Certain you would always be there. Certain you would follow. ]