FIREWEED (Epilobium angustifolium), center of the Wallowas [ click photo for next . . . ]

Fireweed is not only highly edible in spring, and a beautiful
circumpolar friend on my many happily confused wanderings. It is
also one of the ways I try to read the weather and coming winter.
The loose flowering spike opens from bottom to top, as one can see
in this photo. Once the uppermost flower buds have opened and the
seed pods have burst, I tend to get ready for new snow and cold,
usually around the end of September.


Uunderway in the Eagle Cap Wilderness.




CURRENCY?


The currency of the WEB OF LIFE is not money,

not time, but MUTUAL BENEFIT, a back-and-forth

of interdependence, this free-flow of energy.










FIRST FIRE

Burning candle, match lit, a solitary flame
passed on to a handful of dry pine.

Is there really this or that fire?
Or is there just f i r e?
a source ever-present.

Smell of smoke, pinched eyes, ears cracked
open as the primal flame bursts into awareness.

Deep within, the body moves to the music
sung to the sun-god
brought down
to earth.

FIREWEED POEMS please preview
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Featured gallery, 100 MINIATURES, a set of 100 black & white photographs. ONE image. ONE idea. ONE new way of looking . . .
100 MINIATURES—online gallery

Each miniature is a kind of meditation on one idea & one image;
Each lasts 30 seconds; They play in random order;
The music is my BOREA Mix,
for hand-played ePecussion Orchestra.
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All Photographs & texts by Cliff Crego © 1999-2015 picture-poems.com
(created: IX.22.2012)