i'm following my feet today to see who i am.

terracotta warriors

again not the right picture, but i only like to add an entry if there *is* a picture. the feel is right.

just off neal. steve made me do it. it's a habit that i've fallen away from and dodger, tove and i all are the worse for it.

i discovered the corn people this morning. the airport field still has them in lines. i'd forgotten about the company. they count so easily in summer. i need to remember their numbers and their sturdy stalkiness. they are small now, rugged and very rooted. they number in the thousands in tight neat rows. the beauty of mass and repeat and symmetry and then the singular beauty. tough and wild and pokey. of course i'm thinking of pam and her corn stalk books and art. and of course pam is some of my best company whenever she comes to mind. now i will think of steve also walking his NH woods and noticing and listening. if there are three of us walking the woods think how many others there are....

i was going to write about the too much of hawaii when one trains oneself so carefully to be knocked over by small and discreet.