The electricity, all of the power & light, buzzing in the wires. You can hear it from the ground. Tizz-tizz-tizz. Fierce & benign together. Night falls out here, truly stumbling it seems, from the ground up. From the roots up it gets dark, the tops of trees last before the sky. If we aren’t out walking by five we will miss it falling up. Our house answers in the darkness, it’s yellow lights warm & prayerfull, our little beacon in the night woods.
i’m out here watching the pollen move in the way the water moves, but on top of it and quietly. Gunshots ring out in succession acrost the bayou. I don’t know what season it is but i assume it’s feathered. That makes it alright. Pop! Pop! Pop! The camera answers in its own quiet succession; snap-snap-snap. Lighting-timing-different birthing-and that’s alright. Grawk! Grawk! Grawk! A heron croaks nearby. Another, different shot, cracks and thunders in the air, from the road. Pow-wow-wow-wow. Thunder in the air buzzing and answering late into the night, holy-holy-holy. Across the grass and all of the reflections of the sky & gentle trees that have seen all of this before - all of it. And that’s alright.