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Chasing birds in snowstorms, an impeachment editorial & more | feb12.2021
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VIDEO: “Chasing Birds in Snow”
I was returning from shooting photos in the snow in a park in Barboursville WV recently. Hands frosty, nose runny. Noticed a wheeling flock of birds in a soccer field through sheets of snow. I walked that way, smartphone armed. They kept hopscotching about, I kept after. Here are the snowbirds I harassed, set to two tracks of living room piano. Some good exercise.
EDITORIAL: What will you do, Sen. Capito?
FROM OUR feb12.2021 OPEN LETTER TO SHELLEY MOORE CAPITO:
“… This open letter will be online long after you have cast your lot for or against the conviction of a wanna-be-autocrat, willing to cheerlead a horde that ransacked the seat of U.S. government, hungry to brutalize or kill whatever Congress people they could find.
“Which will it be?
”Either: Shelley Moore Capito stood for a president willing to to launch a vicious gang like a volley of Cruise missiles at the heart of the U.S. Capitol.
Or: Shelley Moore Capito did the right thing in the final pinch and voted to impeach such a man. …” | READ THE REST OF THE LETTER
PHOTOPOEM: ‘Let’s Talk Hay Bales’
Tell us your history with hay bales. As a suburban kid, mine was always from a distance. Here’s an excerpt from our new photopoem, “When Hay Bales Speak to You.” It was inspired by a left turn down a Cabell County lane, which puts one in the secret midst of a community of hay bales:
Since I was a kid of
the suburbs, I
witnessed hay bales
only from afar,
their Euclidean order
a mysterious algebra,
imposed upon the
tan chessboard of
rectangled fields,
framed by the abstruse
disorder of tangled
woods and hillsides,
disappearing to an
obscured horizon into a
fathomless sea of waves.
I’m far older now,
hard on my way through
a seventh decade of
perusing landscapes.
Yet, in all that time
haven’t met a hay
bale. Up close.
The other day,
I had my chance …
| READ ON: See the full poem and other photos at: “When Hay Bales Speak To You.”
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