I forget where I am
I believe this is Apheloria virginiensis. I did indeed get so lost in looking at it that I couldn’t remember where I was until I stood up. And it’s not as if I’d never seen one of these before; they’re fairly common in the forest leaf duff.
I processed this on my phone, as usual, and didn’t notice until uploading it to the laptop just now that it’s slightly fuzzy. Oh well.
finding a dead leaf
to wipe my brow
Old leaves skeletonized by leaf miners are just endlessly photogenic.
who kept giving me forms to fill out.
I’m impressed anew by the sheer inventiveness of death.
After a while, it opens one by one its mush rooms.
you no longer have to wonder whether her scent is meant for you.
You won’t believe what happened next.
it sends headline writers into hyperdrive. To some, the black hole is predatory; to others, the star is insane. But what if it’s love?
I crush another cathedral
with every step
muzzle swiveling to catch
every scent
