the sound of wings; something terrifying
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Nov. 10th, 2009 @ 09:39 am
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In the tangled wetlands, there's not much color anymore, but there are movements and sounds. Today it was all wings, wings beating, fluttering, all around. Cedar waxwings, robins, juncos come down from the north, chickadees, sparrows, bluejays, crows. Somewhere there was a bird with a strange song I've never heard--I tried to record this and the sound of all those wings, but must not have pressed the right button, so no video to share.
It was definitely a province of birds there, this morning, enjoying all three dimensions, free to fly as they are.
Here is a feral apple tree, with its unharvested, unfallen apples.

Meanwhile, some ominous power, some sorcerous magic, is revealing itself on the side of the supermarket. It's kind of terrifying the way the paint has melted and oozed, makes you wonder if the cinder blocks below are melting and oozing as well, and what will happen when they melt away entirely--what will be revealed or will come out?

I hear...: Maggie Stiefvater: Nuala
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That's going to stay with me...
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behind walls of supermarket
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in a literal sense one might fear a cockroach or two... :)
on the bare branches I think of an old experimental film 'the guns of the trees' titled for the idea of a character that the trees were holding up their hands because someone was pointing a gun at them.
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| From: | asakiyume |
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November 10th, 2009 03:32 pm (UTC) |
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Re: behind walls of supermarket
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Yes, and some trees, like apple trees, have arthritic, twisted arms and hands, whereas other trees have long, straight fingers--sugar maples, for instance.
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| From: | rhfay |
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November 10th, 2009 04:25 pm (UTC) |
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There were some strange-sounding birds around here a few weeks ago, migrants perhaps. They called with a metallic chirp. It was a weird sound to hear coming form the high-tension wire right-of-way a few blocks from our home.
What I heard was a burbling, laughing sort of sound (not a goldfinch, though--I know their song).
Edited at 2009-11-10 04:30 pm (UTC)
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| From: | sovay |
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November 10th, 2009 05:40 pm (UTC) |
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I like very much the idea of a feral apple tree.
It's a great term--not original with me, though I'd love to claim it--for these trees that have returned to the wild where once there were orchards.
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| From: | sovay |
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November 10th, 2009 05:53 pm (UTC) |
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these trees that have returned to the wild where once there were orchards.
I want to know what happens when you eat feral apples.
I eat them all the time!
So... well...
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| From: | asakiyume |
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November 10th, 2009 06:01 pm (UTC) |
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to conclude that thought
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.... so come visit one day, and I'll give you some, and you can discover for yourself.
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| From: | pdlloyd |
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November 11th, 2009 04:33 am (UTC) |
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Today it was all wings, wings beating, fluttering, all around.
I love this line.
I also love the idea of feral apple trees: once tame; now, returning to the wild and not quite safe. Do these make better poisoned apples?
They make intoxicating apples--and intoxication is at least some parts poison.
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| From: | pdlloyd |
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November 11th, 2009 05:49 am (UTC) |
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Then they're doing exactly what they're intended to, according to a short history of Johnny Appleseed I read, once. (I don't remember where I read this, but similar information resides here.) His mission of spreading apple trees was not so much to bring eating apples to America, but cider, of the alcoholic variety.
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| From: | jtglover |
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November 11th, 2009 12:17 pm (UTC) |
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Feral trees are wonderful! I commune with some of the mongrel ruffians on the way to and from work.
As to what might be revealed when the ground melts, I don't know, but I suspect Hostess(TM) will have had a hand it.
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| From: | asakiyume |
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November 11th, 2009 01:01 pm (UTC) |
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Hostess... and Little Debbie
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I suspect you're right :-P
"Province of Birds." I want to live there.
It's a traveling province--it may find you :-)
There are apples still on the tree?
Some of them seem never to fall--they stay on the tree, getting all shriveled up.
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