Tag Archives: Mississippi River

I Am Somebody

Posted on May 14, 2023 by Eugene Jones Baldwin

I Am Somebody I was stretching in the parking lot at Clifton Park, feeling elated having walked two miles at my normal old man gait, and climbed two bluff roads up and down, and encountered five chickens walking in a … Continue reading →

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Quantum

Posted on November 23, 2022 by Eugene Jones Baldwin

Quantum The air is sharp. The sun is cloud-cloaked, light escaping its flimsy white negligee, and tufted titmice glow grey-orange and blue jays are ornamental. The afternoon is soft the breeze is coldsoft, and acorn caps rise sideways and roll … Continue reading →

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Sunday in the Diner with Orville on the Mississippi river

Posted on November 14, 2022 by Eugene Jones Baldwin

Sunday in the Diner with Orville on the Mississippi River A guy walks into Joe K.’s diner for Sunday lunch and a voice calls out, “Join us!” Normally the guy sits at the counter, but the speaker is none other … Continue reading →

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Indigo

Posted on June 14, 2019 by Eugene Jones Baldwin

I hiked into LaVista Park early this morning. June 13, sunny, temperature about sixty-five and a cool north breeze. And the buffalo gnats were dying out. It was a perfect day. Silence. Because the Mississippi River has flooded for nearly … Continue reading →

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The Kingdom of Plastica

Posted on May 25, 2019 by Eugene Jones Baldwin

“The Kingdom of Plastica” It is the time of the small. Inchworms dangle from trees and arch along pathways, aiming to become geometer moths—carpet, winter, ennominae, peppered, pug. Web strands dangle like high wires across the jungle (woods, but the … Continue reading →

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Heat and Flowers

Posted on August 5, 2018 by Eugene Jones Baldwin

Today, I walk early to beat the heat, but there is heat and there is heat. Even the shadows along the path are warm and clammy, jungle-like, a caul, and gnats swarm my shoulders and face and perch on my … Continue reading →

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Served Cold

Posted on September 25, 2015 by Eugene Jones Baldwin

September 25 On the Genehouse walk, I saw thirteen great egrets and some blue herons, all fishing along the north bank of Scotch Jimmy Island. One egret was perched in a tree above their heads. They rocked their necks up … Continue reading →

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