on the verge

robin b_w

finding beauty in black & white lately, despite the beautiful, bursting, colorful spring outside. something is shifting. or i hope it is. there’s something so cruel about being “on the verge” of nothing new at all.

the owl

hadn’t been out there in way too long. my eyes were on the sky, its big orange autumn sun and the migrating masses circling down for the night. clyde’s eyes were on his video game and, of course, i was driving way too fast to be doing any respectable nature watching. there was no way to take it all in as we raced through the golden hour, trying to beat the clock against sundown. but this is how i’ve become, who i am these days and maybe who i’ve always been, constantly trying to take in as much as i can before another day is gone and then always feeling like i’ll never get enough, which, by design, makes it so.

and that’s when his tawny brown wings unfurled and lifted out of the brush. the barn owl. his wings stretched out and began to beat slowly. so slowly, in fact, it felt like slow motion. and there we were. him flying alongside me driving in a beautifully timed parallel. his body and his wingbeats framed perfectly out my rolled-down window. his moon face occasionally facing my face. eye to eye and it didn’t stop. we kept flying together into the sun. watching ahead, watching each other in between.

of course, i was screaming. the owl was flying silently, but i was screaming OHMYGOD, OHMYGOD, OHHHHHMYGOD. his open face, my open mouth screaming. clyde was asking me why i was cussing. (i didn’t even know i was.) our moment. it felt like forever. and then it was over.

but you must know. i must tell you that it will certainly never be over. not for me anyway. not ever. pure wowl.

(snapped these photos while we flew, but in my excitement, had flipped the dial to manual. oh well. i still love them)

life + fiber

ate quinoa for the first two meals of the day. yes, by choice. trying to eat more fiber and well, it’s kinda good. i take that back. the breakfast version (with vanilla soymilk, candied walnuts, and white peaches) was frickin’ awful. tasted like dirt — and not in a good dirt way — so i mostly just ate the peaches and nuts out of it. however, the lunch version (with black beans, a bit of chicken, cheddar, salsa and scooped up with tortilla chips) was awesome. how do you eat your quinoa?

dirty windshield

K and I had big plans to clean the windshield before heading out there last night, but the milkshake comas got in the way of the remembering. my large vanilla and her large pistachio, and no one’s synapses were connecting anymore. but the golden hour was lovely nonetheless, despite the dirty window. and maybe even because of it …