I am going to use the meaning of the color jet: jet black. The color is from jet, lignite used in jewelry. Lignite is a precurser to coal. I have a necklace of jet beads from my great aunt.
This coot is jet black in the sun and against the water. Coots look self-contained to me, shyer than the ducks. They look down in the water and make noises to them selves, not like the insistent mallards. They move a little bit robotically. The neurological wiring seems more primitive than the ducks.
Sometimes in clinic, people say, “It’s natural, so it can’t harm me.”
As we hiked Tunnel Creek yesterday, the forest shifted. We entered a drier section, still in shadow, and saw patches of these black fungi. We enjoyed their creepy beauty and wondered if we were entering a forest of no return. Even though they are natural, we did not touch, nor pick, nor eat these mushrooms.
I took this on the Poulsbo World Wide Photowalk. The kids were ahead of us and I tried to catch it quickly. My friend wanted to too, but he was on steps with wet leaves and crutches: don’t do anything fast in that case.
A day late, but blessings on the veterans and their spouses and their children and their parents and their friends and the people who help them when they come home… and really, everyone.
Here is Boa, in my kitchen, black with blue highlights. She used to sit in front of the vents when the 1979 propane furnace worked. Now I have a heat pump, high on the wall in the kitchen. The closest she can sit is up on the two chairs that tuck in the end of the counter. She is 12 years old and less interested in going outside this cold winter. She misses the kids and the other cat, who was hit by a car three years ago. She likes it when the kids come home, and when they leave again, she is a little bit blue…..
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