Category: outdoors
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The darkest time of year requires dark poetry. So here’s Irish poet Joseph Campbell (not the well-known chronicler of mythology) with a few fine lines. The dawn whiteness.A bank of slate-grey cloud lying heavily over it.The moon, like a hunted thing, dropping into the cloud. But even with Oregon’s “slate-grey cloud”, there are counterpoints, like…
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Stuff happens after dark. We see the evidence in the morning. Flowers chomped, bird bath tipped over, stuff like that. Last week we got a trail camera that snaps photos when it detects movement. Last night we got a two-fer, raccoon and the almost full moon. We don’t know what the li’l guy was up…