texas trip

Unfortunately, Em El and I were sick with colds during part of our time in Texas, she for longer than me. They were not debilitating colds, but they were an inconvenience (and still are, as we continue to slog along through their end times). We still soaked up plenty of family time, and I even picked up three (!) new life birds, all within the Dallas city limits. Important lesson: never underestimate the value of urban birding! At White Rock Lake, I found an American White Pelican snoozing on a log and a flock of Franklin’s Gulls gathering overhead. These birds were just passing through during migration. The next day I observed a couple of Harris’s Sparrows feeding on seed outside the fantastic Trinity River Audubon Center. This bird is a winter resident in north Texas. None of these birds are easy to find in Maryland, as they are nonresidents and only rarely vagrant in the northeast U.S. during migration.

Other than occasional birding and lots of chilling with the family, Texas involved a lot of eating. Of course we had to sample the best of what the Dallas area has in the way of vegan fare! These included the always delicious Spiral Diner; the newly spruced-up under new ownership 100% vegan Asian buffet, Veggie Garden; a new one for me, Kalachandjis (Dallas’ longest serving vegetarian restaurant, which begs the question of why they never brought me here before!); and a new one for everyone, D’Vegan (specializing in vegan Vietnamese cuisine- soooo good). We also ate plenty of Mexican food naturally, including vegan migas from a new place in Dallas.

Here are a few photos. I took less than I thought. I blame the sickness. Or maybe I was just trying to live these moments, not document them.

The first few are from Trinity River Audubon Center. The wildflowers are Texas Paintbrush (Castilleja indivisa).

© 2012 S. D. Stewart, Trinity River Audubon Center, Dallas, TX

© 2012 S. D. Stewart, Texas Paintbrush, Trinity River Audubon Center, Dallas, TX

© 2012 S. D. Stewart, Trinity River Audubon Center, Dallas, TX

Sign on the wall at Veggie Garden Restaurant in Richardson, TX:

© 2012 S. D. Stewart, Sign at Veggie Garden Restaurant, Richardson, TX

Maneki Neko (“Beckoning Cat”) statue at D’Vegan Restaurant in Dallas, TX:

© 2012 S. D. Stewart, Maneki Neko, D'Vegan Restaurant, Dallas, TX

returning

I’m back from The Great State of Texas, inspiration for much fine cinema and home of many fine musicians, such as this fellow (one of whose college friends I ate lunch across from last Saturday [see, Texas is not always as big as it seems]) and this other guy (note: not a native Texan). I have photos to share but it will take me some time to organize a photo post. In the meantime, the new issue of Vine Leaves has appeared, with my vignette “Silver Jean” printed within its digital pages. Travel photos to follow soon!

farther along the continuum

Yesterday morning I attended a funeral. Yesterday evening I attended this. The entire show was fantastic, but a highlight for me was experiencing another of Katherine Fahey‘s crankies. Last year, seeing her “Lost Gander” crankie inspired the (re)naming of this blog.

The contrast between morning and evening struck me hard. This juxtaposition of diverging moments is the rich loam where insight tethers its spindly roots.

But there are only so many pivots. And there is only so much loam.

I will be away for a while. I hope to return with photos…and maybe insight.

In the meantime, here are two poems of mine from the new issue of Gone Lawn.

Keep tending the soil while I’m out.

stump life

Mushrooms growing out of a stump

© 2012 S. D. Stewart

r.i.p. earl scruggs

birding humor

Probably not funny to at least 98% of you, but whatever…it’s my blog, dammit.

March winds

The infamous March winds are blowing today and I, for one, am ready to be blown away. Perhaps metaphorically, maybe even physically. So do your best, winds. Take me with you, wherever you’re headed…north, south, east, west…direction is of no real consequence.

I accomplished one small task in the house yesterday and it felt good. In fact, for the minimal time investment required, I expect to reap returns in spades.

I cannot continue allowing myself to live with the mediocre. I’m not a good person to be a homeowner because in general I do not enjoy doing the little (and big) things needed to make a house into a home. While I am (fairly) competent with tools and such, I am much more at ease with ideas, the vague, the blurry, the inconclusive, the shape of that cloud, the feel of this long grass on my fingertips…you get the picture. In order to facilitate a centering around these things I require Spartan surroundings. The less stuff there is around me, the calmer I feel and consequently, the easier it is to slip into the dream-world, where I live at least half the time anyway.

I am often at odds with my environment. It’s absurd that I live in a city, for cities overflow with the ugly, the extraneous, the superfluous. There’s all this stuff around me that I don’t need or want to see, with rare exceptions, such as the following, recently spotted in my neighborhood during an afternoon dog walk:

© 2012 S. D. Stewart

Yes, you can believe your eyes: it is indeed a scrap metal armadillo. Perhaps I need to seek out and befriend its handler. Perhaps this person is some sort of shaman, willing to lead me on a vision quest. Maybe the armadillo is the talisman and I will touch it, fall asleep and awake in some leafy glade in Middle Earth.

in the pines

© 2012 S. D. Stewart, Oregon Ridge

Monday afternoon, along the creek, I found a copse of pines and entered there. It was a day of reckoning, I reckoned, facing forward, rooted in time’s peat. I crushed the needles in my hands and breathed. A white-throated sparrow flitted at my feet. It was a moment, in the pines, and I lived it.

muse totems

© 2012 S. D. Stewart, Oregon Ridge

© 2012 S. D. Stewart, Oregon Ridge

© 2012 S. D. Stewart, Oregon Ridge

view from the 39th step

© 2012 S. D. Stewart, Oregon Ridge

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