solitary sandpiper

Solitary Sandpiper at Irvine Nature Center, Baltimore County, Maryland, USA. © 2017 S. D. Stewart

Solitary Sandpiper at Irvine Nature Center, Baltimore County, Maryland, USA. © 2017 S. D. Stewart

[Despite their name, there were six of them feeding in close proximity to each other]

eastern towhee

Eastern Towhee (male) at Cromwell Valley Park, Baltimore County, Maryland, © 2017 S. D. Stewart

Eastern Towhee (male) at Cromwell Valley Park, Baltimore County, Maryland. © 2017 S. D. Stewart

at the border of writing

It was almost easy for him, there where he lived, to live almost without a sign, almost without a self, as if at the border of writing; close to this word, barely a word, rather a word too many, and in that nothing but a word from which, one day in the past, gently welcomed, he had received the salute that did not save, the summons that had awakened him. That could be told, even if, and especially if, nobody were there to hear it.

Maurice Blanchot, The Step Not Beyond [translated by Lycette Nelson]

ruby-throated hummingbird

Ruby-throated Hummingbird, female/immature type, at Cromwell Valley Park, Baltimore County, Maryland, USA. © 2017 S. D. Stewart

Ruby-throated Hummingbird, female/immature type, Cromwell Valley Park, Baltimore County, Maryland, USA. © 2017 S. D. Stewart

eastern cottontail eats grass

skulls by chris roberts (r.i.p.)

My good friend Chris passed away four years ago today. I miss him a lot, and there are few days that go by when I don’t think  about him. He often visits me in my dreams, which always seems appropriate, as he was one who seemed to travel in dreams, even while still on this Earth. Chris was one of my favorite artists. His artwork always blew my mind and it still pains me that more people were not able to see it while he was alive. Among other subjects, he loved drawing skulls. So, as a tribute to him, I’m sharing some of his skulls with you today.

© Christopher Roberts

© Christopher Roberts© Christopher Roberts

© Christopher Roberts

© Christopher Roberts

scull | skull

Found on the homophone trail at Pierce's Park, Baltimore, Maryland.

Found on the homophone trail at Pierce’s Park, Baltimore, Maryland.

monday dirge

old roots

new grouper groupie

Lately I’ve been listening to a lot of ambient drone and related genres and subgenres. It’s that time of year, I guess, what with the prolonged agony of summer’s slow death and an unusual amount of August rain saturating my consciousness. For example, I finally got around to listening to Grouper and, whoa, I could dissolve into Liz Harris’s music. Late to the game I am as usual, but at least she’s still very much around and making music unlike the old post-punk bands I discover in my restless musical wanderings through the digital wilds of YouTube. I was uncertain as to what Grouper song to post here, as she produces a wide range of sounds, all of which are different yet also strangely alike. So this is not so much representative of her work as a whole, falling more along the stripped-down formal songwriting end of her spectrum (as opposed to the looped-out drone end), but hopefully for those unfamiliar it offers a porthole from which to swim out into the depths of her catalog.

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