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Happy number twelve to Margot. Notice I left out the part about the emo poetry, the crazy crush on Jacob Black, and her disdain for Rexford G. Lambert.
Thank you as always, Denece, for helping Tom and me find this amazing dog.
That little black dot near the top middle of the photo doesn’t mean you need to clean your monitor. It’s a bird. No matter how I embiggen in, Tom’s not sure what bird it is. But I’m pretty sure it was at the airport to take a midnight plane going anywhere (apologies to Journey) to get away from the DROUGHT.
You can see the downtown skyline in the distance–about twenty miles from where I’m shooting. Autumn equinox might have passed, but it’s still flat, hot, hazy, browning-by-the-minute Houston here.
Poem and photo come from the moments in this video. I was trying to capture the sound, but I have to turn my volume to eleven to hear what so delighted my ears in person.
2022 ETA: Sorry, the site that hosted this video deleted it and a dead computer deleted it from my access to it.
A few days ago, when linking to a poem on my blog from Twitter, I inaccurately pronounced, “Less than 100 to go!” It’s because I’ve always been dyslexic when it comes to how many days are in the year. You would think after typing “365” a few times a day, every day, it would sink in. But you’d be wrong. Anyway, 100 more to go!
