Agreeable eye.

an eudæmonistarchives

More specifically concerning: nature

5.08.01

It all comes down to a matter of contrast (if one wishes to deal with certainties). This dislocation springs, no doubt, from the abrupt difference of colors, the infinite bright variety replaced by a limited palette of infinite subtlety; a harsh chalk (or pastel) quality to the lines converted to a skillful watercolor. Even so, […]

alma mater

Dogs aren’t allowed on the trail without a leash, both to prevent them from harassing other hikers and to keep the dogs themselves out of trouble. In places the sound of the river rises up the gravel slope, and thirsty dogs rush down for a drink and cannot reascend; should the owner go down to […]

inquiry (5)

Game was plentiful and at times a drove of elk could be seen on Hunchback mountain which at that time was bare of timber. Food consisted of fresh meat they could kill, beans, bacon, potatoes and dried fruit. Together they cut all trees in the valley, mostly alder. One year late in August, they set […]

introductory

…once we have recognised that knowledge in itself is good for man, we shall need to invent no pretexts for studying this subject or that; we shall import no extraneous considerations of use or ornament to justify us in learning one thing rather than another. If a certain department of knowledge specially attracts a man, […]

lines written in Oregon

by Nabokov

have a rest

Tuck the blanket around your feet, lean back in your deck chair. Go and have a rest.

Crambe repetita (30)

Roberto Bolaño, 2666.

mulch

No snow, sadly. And of course expected – hoped for – snow at the mountain for Christmas; I’m sure there is, too, another few hundred feet further up. The only thing for it is to skate Skarphedin-like across the hardwood floors in stocking’d feet for another cup of tea.

from that other place

Downstream they have killed the river—built a dam; by that power they write to here a light: a turbine strides high poles to spit this flame at this flume going down. A spot glows white where an old man looks at the ghosts of the game— flickering twilight deep dumb shapes that glide. So many […]

up to nature

Mirror Lake on an overcast day Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable. [ . . . ] If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much. –Mary Oliver, ‘How I go to […]

pseudaphoristica (19)

It is presumptuous to expect weasels to fly; they much prefer burrowing.

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