Glorious Fog

Very cool. Talk about being on the same page. Early to town so went below the floodwall to inspect wrack, we still need things for the show, stump pedestals, some more rails. Find a nice rail, an actual rail from a fence. D needs it for the wrack bed he's making (he's making several pieces of wrack furniture) and see the stick he had mentioned yesterday. I know it is the stick he saw, which is strange, as there are a lot of sticks, but his description and our working together have conspired to create like-mind. B over the other evening for a quick drink and to bring by a found object for the show, a bolt, 10 inch, half-inch diameter and at it's center is a wooden knot as though welded, it looks like a bird on a bolt. I said so. We have the drink and discuss the show, what might be done how. Yesterday I took the piece into work. When D showed up, we always go in his truck to get coffee before we open the museum, I was holding it up in the air, he rolled down the window and asked how I had gotten an owl on a stick, and why. This glorious fog occurs on hillsides when the humidity is 99 or 100%, almost like smoke, the altitude and the dew-point and the barometric pressure conspire fog, wispy and ephemeral. A nice combination. This morning the lake was giving up vapor, a Basho Moment, I wanted some cherry blossoms:

No blossoms,
but the lake
is breathing.

Vernon making cornbread, somehow reminded, he would save all the crumbs around the cutting board in a freezer container, we were poor at Janitor College, tomato soup from stolen ketchup packets, and then make a kind of cornbread from the scraps, cornmeal and soured milk, sometimes an egg. It was good. Someone would spring for a stick of butter. Weird birds outside, seem to be making a point. It's hard to hold a vacuum, you'd need special equipage. Wrack and ruin. Need to think about that.