|Wild bramble of some sort (?), Palomarin, gentle sweet smell.|
|Brown pelicans, heavenly to watch overhead|
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Words of living species that marble the landscapes of California, as found and selected from the back of Laura Cunningham's A State of Change, in no particular order besides the sound of words. Something about rolling in all those names, beautiful on the tongue and in the mind, imagined, is deeply satisfying to me, almost like walking through a riparian thicket and letting my eyes be filled with the myriad shapes, species, smells, sounds. Words & names are full of power and the essence of the thing they name; those above words (and so many more) feel sacred to me. Each one a separate species of being, to our one. When you stop to think about this, the world is almost overwhelmingly full, and the terror of losing life-forms overwhelmingly heartbreaking. Imagine those names an incantation, an invocation.
|Muir beach cliffs, bishop pine, monterey cypress|
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Saltwort, wild oat, white pelican, coho salmon, elderberry, red fir, blue grosbeak, slender hairgrass, gooseberry, goshawk, yellow-breasted chat, coyote, cobwebby thistle, cottonthorn, pelagic cormorant, tidy-tips, sooty shearwater, bigcone spruce, tarweed, spadefoot toad, pricky sow thistle, northern fur seal, willow herb, yerba santa, golden yarrow, violet, warbling vireo, vole, wild pea.
|Tippy-tip of Tomales Point, tidepools, cormorants, yellow bush lupine|
|Coastal scrub, near Alamere falls, early morning, cow parsnip, coyote brush, thimbleberry|