"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

07 February 2020

Perch-scented.


Sandy two-tracks
Blue jays
Up early in the morning
Long-needled pine trees
Sand dust between toes
"Jump The Dump"
Wobbling at dinner from being on the water all day
Pipe smoke
Minnows
Wet swim trunks
Black squirrels
The smell of two-cycle exhaust
The halyard on the flag pole ... WIND!
Vernor's ginger ale
Oxidized-copper-green dock decking
Paper birch
Salami sandwiches
Wave-rippled sand underwater in the morning
The cedar smell of the bedrooms upstairs
Woodsmoke
Perch-scented hands
Coppertone
Planters peanuts
"Trunk slammers"
Chicken on the grill ... skin.
Sitting and listening to Dad and Uncle Fred

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