Rivka’s Story #30Inks30Days, 8 June, 2020

           I have been having connectivity problems, mostly in my brain. Today I re-learned three things:

  • First, that an iPhone won’t charge unless both ends of the cable are plugged in properly;
  • Second, that e-mail messages won’t get to their recipients unless one hits the “Send” button; and, in a similar vein,
  • Third, that WordPress posts won’t publish themselves. One must actually click on the “Publish” button.
    Apparently I have to do everything around here. But I have now published the missing posts so the story is a little more cohesive.

       And a note on today’s ink, Coloverse Shrodinger. Note that yesterday’s ink was Cat. The two inks are sold as a set. Pretty clever. Oh: and there was no radioactive material in the box.

Rivka’s Story #30inks30Days, 7 June, 2020


Coloverse Cat (Glistening)

Rivka’s Story #30Inks30Days 6 June, 2020

 Colorverse
Life on Mars

Rivka’s Story #30Inks30Days 5 June, 2020

 

 

 

Colorverse Redshift

Rivka’s Story #30inks30Days 4 June, 2020

 Colorverse Martian

Rivka’s Story #30Inks30Days 3 June, 2020

Bungu Box Sweet Potato Yellow

 

Rivka’s Story #30Inks30Days 2 June, 2020

 

Van Dieman’s Eucalyptus Regnans

 

 

 

Rivka’s Story #30Inks30Days 1 June, 2020

I had hoped to finish this story in May and move on to a new one for June’s “30 Inks in 30 Days,” but that didn’t happen, so here’s the next step in the tale:

Krishna Moonview

Rivka’s Story (#30inks30Days) 7 May, 2020

 

The Super Moon of May

I went for a walk last evening (alone, in the almost-dark), out in the park by my house. To the west, there was this:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But to the east, the east in the evening, there was this glorious sight:

    It was more coral than my camera would catch. My iPhone was a little better at picking up the tint, but not so good with the details. The moon sifted itself between the scattered clouds,     

 

 

 

 

and silhouetted the branches of trees:

And as I sat by my open window, choosing photos, the horned owl came by to hoo-hoo plaintively in the tree. Shortly thereafter, in response to a siren in the distance, a lone coyote howled in a plangent fashion, and I thought of Richard Wilbur’s poem, “Beasts,” with which I shall leave you:

BEASTS

Beasts in their major freedom
Slumber in peace tonight. The gull on his ledge
Dreams in the guts of himself the moon-plucked waves below,
And the sunfish leans on a stone, slept
By the lyric water,

In which the spotless feet
Of deer make dulcet splashes, and to which
The ripped mouse, safe in the owl’s talon, cries
Concordance. Here there is no such harm
And no such darkness

As the selfsame moon observes
Where, warped in window-glass, it sponsors now
The werewolf’s painful change. Turning his head away
On the sweaty bolster, he tries to remember
The mood of manhood,

But lies at last, as always,
Letting it happen, the fierce fur soft to his face,
Hearing with sharper ears the wind’s exciting minors,
The leaves’ panic, and the degradation
Of the heavy streams.

Meantime, at high windows
Far from thicket and pad-fall, suitors of excellence
Sigh and turn from their work to construe again the painful
Beauty of heaven, the lucid moon
And the risen hunter,

Making such dreams for men
As told will break their hearts as always, bringing
Monsters into the city, crows on the public statues,
Navies fed to the fish in the dark
Unbridled waters.

– RICHARD WILBUR

(https://werewolf-news.com/2009/06/beasts-by-richard-wilbur/)