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Suddenly they began dropping from the afternoon sky by the millions: vast hordes of tiny invading aliens, blocking out the sun and reducing visibility to near-zero with their little white parachutes. We all ran into the house and watched from the windows, as the siege continued into the night with no sign of letting up.
We thought we were doomed.
But then, a few hours before dawn, a fierce October wind kicked up out of nowhere, and the entire alien army was blasted high into the turbulent sky, completely out of control. After thrashing about violently at the mercy of the powerful gusts, the alien army was soon annihilated.
In the morning, we awoke to nearly a foot of parachutes.

(Photos by me, rev. from 10/17)





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There lives a young spider named Deb
Who boasts she’s an on-line celeb,
But beneath all the hype
She’s the self-centered type,
And it shows when she goes on the web.

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This is my attempt to make a little model of a birch bark canoe. Try as I might, I just couldn’t get it right, so I decided to go with the flow and started gluing pieces together without any plan. Maybe it’s because I drove truck for twenty years, I don’t know, but this is what came out of it.
Sometimes writing poetry is like that too; you have an idea, but if it morphs into something else, go with it. It reminds me of this Chuang Tzu quote:
Flow with whatever is happening.
Let your mind be free.
Stay centered by accepting
Whatever you are doing.

–Photos by me