Wednesday, February 3, 2016

otters

We saw the otters again! It been two years. What a totally magic sight.
And as it was two years ago I posted the story I wrote about this first encounter. I submitted the story for a show about brief encounters, in town. As they declined I will re-post the story here.



It's fiction. it just happened to be that i, jozien, appeared on one of the pages. just like that, a flash in time, part of a greater story that is not mine.

I am  male, normal guy, 46, i have children, a house, a wife, a job and a red truck
Something happened to me the other day and i have told the story to my younger brother, to an aunt i am close to, and to one other person, i cannot disclose her identity. I did not tell my wife , who i love even more now. The three they all say; man you were in paradise, that is so great, just love it, be happy about it that you have such... a great imagination.  I am not happy, I am scared, something totally changed after that. I didn't tell anyone of those three, that after i did stop my truck and that she drove up in a normal  car, she rolled down her window, she looked like a normal woman, she talked to me. I have no idea what she said. I just stammered,  "i will come here next with my wife." An emphasis on  'my wife', she had to understand i was married, she had to know happily, now the fact that i have met this woman who i dream of betraying my wife with, that was suddenly totally irrelevant. She laughed, "good', she said. I imagined her saying, "good, that is even better, the more fun for me, you and your wife." So i said, "no, no i am fine." and she laughed again rolled up her window and drove up her car disappearing in the blowing snow, swirling up in the wake of her spinning tires.
She is in my dreams, she is in my thoughts every moment of my waking life, i see her around every street corner i turn, i see her in every person walking in the office. No not her, not the 'normal' woman. The other one, the one before. I don't believe in visions, I don't believe in aliens, or whatever crap you can come up with.
Let me start at the beginning.
Sunday afternoon, the wife was nagging and the kids don't really need me, playing their computer games, i decided to go for a drive. The roads bare and the sun came out, i decided to turn into the lake road. My truck lays on the road solid, i love it. Where the traffic has been less and the snow ruts are deep, i shift it into fourwheel drive. I love the power in which it pulls through the snow.The river is starting to freeze up. I get out of the car to see ice floes gathering together. When what seems to be in my head, a beautiful women's voice singing, long melodic sounds, i don't know how to describe it, almost if she is accompanied by musicians. I thought it was in my head, sometime we all have that, hearing a voice talk. But then i look at where the sound appears to come from…..

Now i have seen an otter in the Yukon before,  but rarely. Below me in the water is a whole family of them playing and snorting, Maybe 5 or 6, their skin shiny and dark, their faces full of frozen whiskers, looking like old men. For a moment i forget about the singing, but there it is again. And  then one of the... not an otter.. is more slender, lighter skin, hair long trailing behind in the water... no frozen whiskers.. a female shape.  I  freeze, dare not to move, but follow 'her' with my eyes. One of the otters spots me, dives under, and three  of them swim away.

'She' turns her head and our eyes lock for second. Smoothly as the otters, she dives under too. I search for her to surface somewhere, but don't see it. The otters swim under the ice floes and slowly appear in an opening farther down the river, quieter now, seemingly just fishing.

All together it is a beautiful site, just to see the otters is amazing. The music is gone. I watch them for quite a while, and wonder if i all imagined it. Once more i drive towards the lake and turn again where the snow gets too deep. When i come back  by the river, i drive slow, and through my car window i watch for the otters. They are still there, and then
there she is sitting on the ice below a tree, looking at me.
I step on the gas, and race of.

My heart beating  fast,  driving way too fast. I calm  down and stop the car and that is  where that wretched woman spoke to me.

-to be continued- what happened at home

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

swaying

covering the lens with my hand, holding the receiver down. sucking in the spaces on the screen. the rope cannot hold up itself, falling into coils on the fertile ground which is frozen. the grace of my rachilla taken from view, as my stem is bend in an arch by wind and snow. only the blade of the knife stands. shafts of sunlight illuminating what is lost. i carry on, taking frozen laundry from the line as if it is a normal thing to do. replace living breath by crystals. colors erupting, one at the time, one per decade, till the full spectrum is reached. and it has. it always was there. finally i will leave on the clothes that i came with, come rain or shine.

Sunday, January 24, 2016

on grass and stars

 When we look at clouds.
We see that looking straight up they are spread out,
close to the horizon compressed.
How is that with the stars, do stars do that? Just asking
grass just swaying in the wind hugging the earth making patterns in the snow

grass
the stem 

1

2

3
To identify grasses, we first look if  the spikelets have a stalk ( as in panicle) or not ( spikes)
The bottom photo is such spike. (3)
the two above - the spikelets have stalks. 1&2

next we look at 1 &2  if the spikelets are one flowered or have two or more.

3- are the spikelets only to one side, No, here they are on opposite sides.


Tuesday, January 5, 2016

the middle of the universe

for climbing hills
there is always a next hill
beyond
I found a tiny grass, 10 cm
compared to the meter long grass halms  
at the foot of the hill

the hoar frost
started growing again
already much bigger on the top 
then here down below

Recently a video from 
the flat earth society
claimed the Earth is not round
I didn't see any evidence either way

What i know is that I Am
I always the middle of my Universe
never stepping of the edge
but neither going around in circles
or spinning 
at incredible speeds

Quite still there up the hill

Monday, January 4, 2016

love

Don't you know
that
you
just feel right
so very very right
I could cup you up
when dancing through the water
running on the beach
don't you know
that you are it
and
water sparkles
in the sunlight
on our skin
seagulls watching us
you pick me up
 it is you that carries me
just because it is me
who
sees your
vulnerability


grasping grasses

I was out early this morning. The sun rising in the notch to be up even longer then the accounted for minutes.


I was picking grasses. Because with my wildflowers i feel i have come to a ceiling. To know the name of every next unidentified flower i meet, it feels impossible. So i resolute to take on grasses.
I know grasses from rushes and sedges.
But to know which grass it is; it is all a mystery to me. Is it fescue or a bluegrass this could be some kind of wild oats for all i know?

grasping for grasses
my last straw
 like grass my marriage persist



Sunday, January 3, 2016

patterns in the ice

a suspended ice shelve on the bank of the river.
hexagonal ice plates

With the increasing daylight and the sun being out, just below zero Celsius temperatures, it was lovely today.
I skied/walked to the Mendenhall river. Actually  I did see a human in the distance.
But as always I am more excited by animals.


I followed otter tracks for a long way, I also found hoof prints on the ice, an elk maybe?
I do wonder how the otters survives here, there is no open water to speak of. I did follow his trail to the meadow and it led me to a muskrat push-up. Yes otters do eat muskrat apparently, and are said to be ingenious hunters. As I stood above the muskrat push-up, trying to peek in, which is not possible. I did hear the water disturb, as if it had noticed me and swam of.


and not to forget I saw many tiny tiny trails, of the little creatures.