Sunday morning video poem: Still Life / Active Life. August 11, 2019.

Lovely evening sky down by the barns last night in Mt. Tabor, NJ, with lots of insect chitterings, gravel crunchings as I turn, and a scolding jay. August 14, 2019.

3 Proximities, with Basswood Fox. First two shot sitting on screened-in porch where I’m spending most of my time these days, third sitting on bench at old water tower park, up the hill in Mt. Tabor, NJ. Had to include Fox because a red fox ran by me minutes after doing that third video. I know this is all very personal material that may not “speak” to anyone else, but hope it can bring some light and joy during these times to someone. August 25, 2019.

25” Shadow in the grass Play. September 2, 2019.

The heart outside my bedroom window this morning. September 6, 2019.

Above/Below, with Ghost Spirit as intermediary. September 16, 2019.

And now for a longish story about something entirely different from my usual miniature documentations of local plant life and cats. Coyote says farewell to the deteriorating playground, loved over the years by hundreds of children in Mount Tabor, NJ. It was strange in retrospect to have gone on my morning walk through here, thinking I should take a picture of the delightful sunlit squirrel, without knowing that the very next day it would all be torn down. I didn’t take the photo, which is why I’ve started the video with a doctored image as if it was still standing. It’s my understanding that the playground will be replaced, but given today’s design standards, who knows with what? Well, we could at least do without the police car! Probably no squirrel to mount, though. September 22, 2019.

Documenting the local environment around my home in Mount Tabor, NJ, as we journey into autumn, 2019.

Blue Cat out front protecting the house. October 11, 2019.

Trees across the street from my home in Mount Tabor, NJ: Slow Dance in a Gentle Breeze. October 14, 2019.

Common Reed Grass (Phragmites australis), most likely the nonnative invasive variety here, dancing in the breeze along with a willow and other trees at the pond in Mount Tabor, NJ. October 16, 2019.

Wind in the oak down at the corner of Pitman Place and Dickerson Road, Mount Tabor, NJ, October 21, 2019.

Rainy day dreaming, from where I sit with cat. October 22, 2019.

“I want to have adventures to cherish and regret.” My partner, Liza, died in July. She had filled her house with icons of all kinds, both mundane and sacred. They continue to speak their mysteries to me throughout day and night. Her spirit sails on. October 29, 2019.

Tabor Lake (also known as Powder Mill Pond), a bit southwest of my home in Mount Tabor, NJ, continuing the spring-fed Watnong Brook from the west into a spill-off on the southeast under railroad tracks with a small waterfall before it continues south to Morris Plains and then joins the Whippany River. November 3, 2019.

Leaf walking. November 5, 2019.

Micro/Macro: miniature green “forest” amongst fallen leaves / large castor bean plant by a lake. November 8, 2019.

Running fox automaton, with sound. November 30, 2019.

Fish rendered in the form of a quasi beat box, with Arduino synthesizer controlled by light sensors. December 3, 2019.