Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts

Friday, July 3, 2020

Beers With Lilo


Just a recording of a couple minutes spent with Lilo "Liles" Jones, the four-footed person near the beer can, on the back step during one of the classic brief Moose River rains. 

To toss away the concerns of people who find themselves unable to avoid being concerned: Lilo did NOT drink the beer. No one in the making of this video drank the beer...shockingly, to some. The PBR can was picked up along the road as I was raking and was picked up by me (environmentalist-slash-free-nickel-advocate) and set on the ledge, awaiting its redemption at a local grocery store. The resulting five cents may have been put toward a fund to buy a six-pack. Or maybe not; I'm not one to account for such things in extreme detail.

Anyway, it was sunny, then it rained, then the sun returned. Somewhere in the middle of all that we sat on the Central Stoop and dug this. 

Two friends on a step, loving the rain, with birds a few feet above us. Moose River Settlement, New York, June 28, 2020.

-MJ

Friday, December 27, 2019

Friday, December 6, 2019

A Veery Story In...Some Order: Act One

A veery (THE veery) makes an appearance near the fire pit several moments before the story begins. The Cottage. Moose River, New York, May 11, 2019.

Wednesday, October 9, 2019

Sunday, September 8, 2019

Sunday, August 25, 2019

Someone Else In The Settlement (This Might Lead Somewhere)

A caterpillar strangely both like and unlike a tomato worm checks out wood a million miles away from a tomato. Moose River, New York, August 24, 2019.

(The story moves on and even though I am blasting Boz Scaggs and feeling beat down it STILL has the potential to improve or not suck or get it right or something. Let's all hang in there.)

Monday, June 10, 2019

Cameron (Five Years On)

I wanted to write about this guy in detail. Right now? Nope.

I can say these things, though:

He was one of three orphans I met near a woodshed in 2000. He was in the room in Palmyra, NY, when Mom and Dad and I assured each other that we couldn't keep him or his siblings. He, after hearing that, climbed my shoulders to the top of my head, sat down, and fell asleep.

He knew better. He knew he was home. They all knew.

We did, too.

-MJ