sábado, 30 de julho de 2016

sexta-feira, 29 de julho de 2016

sexta-feira, 22 de julho de 2016

domingo, 17 de julho de 2016


Os polinizadores 

Enquanto o mundo se incendeia

de uma calamidade a outra

meu privilégio de vida polinizante

na hortelã do dia a dia


The mint

The world burns

calamity by calamity

and I in capture

of daily pollinators of native mint

A planta uma hortelã nativa das montanhas daqui, mas se adapta bem aos solos argilosos e molhados da costa mais baixa (Pycnanthemum)


sexta-feira, 1 de julho de 2016

Eastern Shore Wetlands

Yesterday I drove south, looking for a destination. Vaguely imagining the Atlantic Ocean, the beaches of Virginia, the ponies of Assateague and Chincoteague.

Instead, I turned right on to the old route 50, then south of Vienna, still in Maryland.
Endless Monsanto-Bayer driven corn and soy to feed the "world"


a long narrow ditch of lotus flowers, frogs and dragonflies...

Out of nowhere

I crossed an old, noisy and narrow wooden bridge.  Only saw one man on a lawn tractor mowing down the edge. Waved at him, Eastern Shore like. He waved back.

The waters belong to the Nanticoke River, to the lower shore, to the Chesapeake Bay.

Retracing my steps, I find Route 50, then Route 192, south from Vienna, Maryland, then Henry’s Cross Road, west on Griffith’s Neck and a bit on Bestpitch Ferry Road…

Eastern Shore Bay Marshes.

A destination for sure.