Cindy

First Pea Harvest! Quality Assurance by Quentin.

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Lola & The Woodpecker

A red-shafted northern flicker to be exact.

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Fuzzy Tomato Blooms

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Summer Green in Sunlight, has always been my favorite color.

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I heart summer nights.

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Nereocystis luetkeana

I call it Kelp.

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First harvest from the Alley Garden: Gutter Lettuce.

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Moonlight over Puget Sound. From Whidbey Island, 6.06.09.

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The way we roll. Whidbey Island, WA.

Kelley

Burnt

Screeching,
Reaching
For the brakes
Nowhere to be found.
Outside the half-rolln' window,
Passing
In a blur,
Greens and blues
Like run-together watercolors of
A blender-blown Monet,
Life
Marches
On.
But passing Go,
I'm on a roll
Winded and blinded
Momentum,
My own.
At the wheel
Still screeching,
Reaching
For the brakes.
Oops.
Wasn't
That
A Stop Sign?

Cindy

Storm's a-brewin'

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Great Blue Heron on Lake Washington.

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Happy Solstice!

Kelley

An evening at home....

Finally feet up,
Ice cubes clink in my gin & tonic.
Blinds clap in the evening breeze, and
Birds chirp good night through the screen.
A ceiling fan whirs above my head, while
The dishwasher purrs.
Then, as expected...
A crash, clank and roll of Charlie's pacifier jetting out of his crib
Amplified across the wood floor upstairs.
The monitor detects a wimpy cry that
Escalates into full blown wails.
A major bedtime meltdown.
Up the stairs
To calm the storm.
And down again.
The ice cubes have melted,
Birds are asleep,
The fan is too cold,
And the sun has set.
Another evening at home.

Cindy

Cindy & Haley's Excellent Adventure. It all began with a bus ride.

Kelley

You snooze, you loose...

Charlie is sound asleep.
But under his window, not more than 15 feet away, his all-time favorite entertainment is happening without him: A 310SG Deere 3-in-1 Excavation Backhoe tractor is absolutely shaking the house and tearing up our front yard. For those who are not familiar with excavation trucks, this one is like an amped-up Transformer toy; It has a shovel and dump end with jaw-like "teeth" to clamp objects between the lift and the blade (as it smashes the 50-year old cement slabs in pieces and hauls them to another dump truck). It has a scoop end with two crustacean-like retractable claws that break apart and haul smaller objects. The claws levy down to the ground, turning into "feet" that steady a 25-foot hydraulic scoop backhoe with sharp nails for digging. And it has a piercing, backup emergency beep- a sound that is driving me crazy at the moment.
But, my little truck-lover snoozes on.
I can't beleive he is missing the action, just under his window.
Sorry Charlie, you snooze, you lose...

Kelley

Agitated


The inexplicable,
Irrevocable
Invisible
Sliver of
Annoyance.
A paper cut
Wedged
Between the
Index and thumb.
Shins
Sandpapered raw,
Kneeling in alcohol.
A backache
That wraps around,
Inside
And out.
A shard
Of high-noon light
Cutting straight
Into
The pupil.
Long polished nails,
A receptionists' red,
Raking
The chalkboard
In a drawn-out
Edge
Beside an open ear.
Droning music,
On and on,
A half-static
Country station
That will not turn off.
A hangover's
Fuzzy teeth
And pulsing head
Lasting well into
The next day's sunshine.
A spindly
Accusing finger
Pointing
Straight
Into the face.
Cracked dry hands,
Chapped
And sunburned,
Weathering like
A lizard
That crawls across
The hot desert sand.
A permeating
Smell
Of burnt toast
And old socks,
Ammonia and mustard.
Dirty dishes
Stacked again,
Eggs
Glued
Forever.
The inexplicable
Irrevocable
Invisible
Sliver of
Annoyance.

Cindy

Hawk on the Hunt

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I spy with my little eye...

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Running for my life. Royal BC Museum. (I'm sure we're the first to ever take this photo).

Photo: MSE