This was taken at Asilomar in September of this year. We are having an art demonstration. Jim is the fellow whose head is almost touching the top of the photo. His unexected death saddens us all and greatly diminishes our haiku group.
This afternoon, on the way home, I traveled through high western lands in Idaho, Oregon and Nevada. I thought often of Jim, whose haiku name was Ouzel, that little water bird who harvests his meals at the bottom of flowing streams.
winter desert
rabbitbrush seed clusters
their ghostly pallor
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