Meanwhile, “It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood”…
Monday Bonus Feature: Walking 42 Saint Bernards Through the Woods
Moose, Really BIG Moose. Dogs, Really BIG Dogs
WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
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Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Gerard Van der Leun
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated
Challengers of oblivion
Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down,
The square-limbed Roman letters
Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well
Builds his monument mockingly;
For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun
Die blind and blacken to the heart:
Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained
thoughts found
The honey of peace in old poems.
— Robinson Jeffers
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
— Eliot
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
The scientists are in terror
and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
doing evil.
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
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Nice video of the St Bernards. Looked like there were wet and dry types . We had a dry types as our site mascot back in the day. Dry types are less bulky than the wet types. Ours weighed 135 pounds.
ETA…the types of St. Bernards are short hair and long hair. Not wet and dry.
Cat, Really BIG Cat (28 pounds, 4 ft. long, Maine Coon– making American cats great again):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-CoBWQvkow&ab_channel=BarcroftAnimals
We enjoy seeing moose around our house on occasion. I’m squeamish about being in the field when they show themselves, since I didn’t grow up around moose. I once observed a bull come into the area, and as he covered ground (they cover ground in an unreal fashion – very quickly), the deer and even the bucks would jump up about 600 yards in front of him and GTFOutOfDodge.
My now dead black lab mix once chased the biggest cow and calf you’ve ever seen out of our yard, when we had 3plus feet of snow. The cow came into the yard, and Theo charged her at full speed. Momma moose turned on a dime, and beat a fast retreat off the 30 acres! You have to love the courage of dogs.
Note the raw/scare marks on the back of the rear legs. Suspect this guy purposefully chose this location to get away from/due to being harassed by hungry predators, likely wolf. Grassy median, good strategy.
Not dry. Not wet. Moist and slobbering.
New Woodpile!
http://www.woodpilereport.com/
wow what a great video-was that Rainbow Bridge?
I often have moose in my yard.
http://www.ipernity.com/doc/319805/27636025
Saw one out in the marsh next to the Seward Highway last September. It was a monster with a beard that drug on the ground.