tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82176347535768498902024-03-13T12:25:16.310-05:00imaginary projectsmarsha mcdonaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05409328409390637015noreply@blogger.comBlogger111125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217634753576849890.post-47412372238667707882022-06-18T13:29:00.006-05:002023-07-30T12:02:08.479-05:00the storm petrel 112<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXkfMuXSV0TAiHbhQCVAxACRggbv9YvnjtOU8flAgbTO5rKS68btynhuk6_l0COHj26ZHnmbatK4qABr3W50okd_7qM3zv8GHz9iG1B-CIH-K1RUmyzW-6G0TTYkRdk1awYv3LND7LUFH0ocK--Pqf69-1qodK3PmK9ShkSzD32UdXop46QxGT6ufQfco/s1846/pexels-dominika-roseclay-977739.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1846" data-original-width="1846" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXkfMuXSV0TAiHbhQCVAxACRggbv9YvnjtOU8flAgbTO5rKS68btynhuk6_l0COHj26ZHnmbatK4qABr3W50okd_7qM3zv8GHz9iG1B-CIH-K1RUmyzW-6G0TTYkRdk1awYv3LND7LUFH0ocK--Pqf69-1qodK3PmK9ShkSzD32UdXop46QxGT6ufQfco/w400-h400/pexels-dominika-roseclay-977739.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>the bear market and modest income americans<br /></p>marsha mcdonaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05409328409390637015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217634753576849890.post-77573394982406148952022-06-18T12:22:00.006-05:002023-07-30T12:10:23.603-05:00mosquitos 111<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiUccAoG2ukuVa637qDt6ypggip0w7zvraoVmxd1ICUyNAMMDXPsbsb31zZXIEY4zTQV4Pw-ttIGc99CJvYrWd1a7PxygD5IaD8IuYq7iTtQsAps2clCotlJO92ZZGVrClqa9dc8yimtBw-n4qhUb0z1GOQvT1m8fWLexmrbbChA4h2bqBU2EsPiFlVeE/s4288/DSCF7118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3216" data-original-width="4288" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiUccAoG2ukuVa637qDt6ypggip0w7zvraoVmxd1ICUyNAMMDXPsbsb31zZXIEY4zTQV4Pw-ttIGc99CJvYrWd1a7PxygD5IaD8IuYq7iTtQsAps2clCotlJO92ZZGVrClqa9dc8yimtBw-n4qhUb0z1GOQvT1m8fWLexmrbbChA4h2bqBU2EsPiFlVeE/w400-h300/DSCF7118.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Begin with a breath, the slow sigh before sleep. </p><p>Record a mosquito buzzing, under or out of the sheets. Repeat it 110 times, higher or lower, faster, slower. Have someone softly articulate the names for the insect in 110 dialects, languages, scientific terminologies, slang.</p><p>Repeat thrice, a nearly unendurable intimation of eternity, when it's a mosquito.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> <br /></p>marsha mcdonaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05409328409390637015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217634753576849890.post-38245397263422966172021-12-15T12:31:00.006-06:002023-07-28T12:21:26.870-05:00f e a r s 110<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2nv3I5o3ijJSBamEFM-3evHBTFA0RfpquZo_sWchvaHl4i4gTgNcQaqf0NOVIcr9Ea9zuSRnn2e8rHWwLCNbCh30VDC9UDrr6cNYxKWb_VgEUGQ69NXNGA9W3thMtEgYwtnkJQmXfRzjAajn3alsCGBODtydY2RzwKroh3RVnWTcCbWbtCkRYc7dsKXk/s3672/109%20Fears%20P1200043.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3672" data-original-width="3672" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2nv3I5o3ijJSBamEFM-3evHBTFA0RfpquZo_sWchvaHl4i4gTgNcQaqf0NOVIcr9Ea9zuSRnn2e8rHWwLCNbCh30VDC9UDrr6cNYxKWb_VgEUGQ69NXNGA9W3thMtEgYwtnkJQmXfRzjAajn3alsCGBODtydY2RzwKroh3RVnWTcCbWbtCkRYc7dsKXk/w400-h400/109%20Fears%20P1200043.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /><br /><br />Here’s to the modest necklace, or pierced ear ordinary, the "not good enough" </p><p>gemstoned anxiety</p><p>that’s reliably everpresent. <br /><br /><br />Then there’s this, <br />the sudden, flushed flailing for words<br />that never fails to leave me <br />axially off, wobbled.<br /><br /><br />I don’t want to find <br />the flanged terminals, <br />the broken rib, collar or rim, of ideological anger that smells of hypocrisy,<br />held in.<br /><br /><br />I admit it.<br />My devotion to books<br />suppresses an animal longing for deliverance from ignorance, an interminably hungry hole</p><p>the I don't know </p><p>of life.<br /><br />5<br />This cloth I hold<br />between you and me<br />is the torn veil, vigilance, <br />through which <br />all women<br />must sense <br />all things<br />that define their <br />surroundings.<br /><br />6<br />Why was I "gifted" a candled insight <br />that illuminates<br />but never warms, becomes a warning,<br />not a companion?</p><p><br />7</p><p>My greatest fear?</p><p>Underneath to find I’ve fled from me, and fled from you, </p><p>dying worlds we might have saved.<br /></p><p><br />Too late.</p>marsha mcdonaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05409328409390637015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217634753576849890.post-88532542323461366472020-09-16T10:07:00.008-05:002023-07-28T12:23:32.482-05:00epilogue 109<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span> </span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq3FtVkV2F62dVloIkQ8hOz71njS_Jbv_4sAkDwc6pviEyHiM_G7IWCjm-R2egAWG860_6CuioCdKJGAoMGOQ9bCK_hHtZvN3gr77Vy257ZR24Pb5k1OWtVOOjeh-z9QXD5UvADae_LoV-tDlUfv3Uc12dmlcx56ydAUHR9qwRkHsOMPM1K_AUQgt1/s4896/Epilogue%202%20P1150132.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4896" data-original-width="3672" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq3FtVkV2F62dVloIkQ8hOz71njS_Jbv_4sAkDwc6pviEyHiM_G7IWCjm-R2egAWG860_6CuioCdKJGAoMGOQ9bCK_hHtZvN3gr77Vy257ZR24Pb5k1OWtVOOjeh-z9QXD5UvADae_LoV-tDlUfv3Uc12dmlcx56ydAUHR9qwRkHsOMPM1K_AUQgt1/s320/Epilogue%202%20P1150132.JPG" width="240" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-family: times;"><span><br /></span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span>Речка движется и не движется<br />Вся из лунного серебра<br />Песня слышится и не слышится<br />В эти тихие вечера<br /></span></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><pre class="tw-data-text tw-text-small tw-ta" data-placeholder="" id="tw-source-rmn"><span style="font-family: times;"><span>Rechka dvizhetsya i ne dvizhetsya
Vsya iz lunnogo serebra
Pesnya slyshitsya i ne slyshitsya
V eti tikhiye vechera</span></span></pre><pre class="tw-data-text tw-text-small tw-ta" data-placeholder="" id="tw-source-rmn"><span style="font-family: times;"><span> </span></span></pre></div><div class="tw-ta-container hide-focus-ring tw-nfl" id="tw-target-text-container" style="text-align: left;" tabindex="0"><pre class="tw-data-text tw-text-large XcVN5d tw-ta" data-placeholder="Translation" id="tw-target-text"><span style="font-family: times;"><span><span lang="en">The river moves and does not move
All of moon silver
The song is heard and not heard
On these quiet evenings</span></span></span></pre></div><div class="tw-ta-container hide-focus-ring tw-nfl" id="tw-target-rmn-container" style="text-align: left;"><pre class="tw-data-placeholder tw-text-small tw-ta" data-placeholder="" id="tw-target-rmn"><span style="font-family: times;"><span><br /></span></span></pre><pre class="tw-data-placeholder tw-text-small tw-ta" data-placeholder="" id="tw-target-rmn"><span style="font-family: times;"><span><i>- from Moscow Nights </i><span><i><span class="aCOpRe"><span><i> </i></span></span></i></span></span></span></pre><pre class="tw-data-placeholder tw-text-small tw-ta" data-placeholder="" id="tw-target-rmn"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span><i><span class="aCOpRe"><span><i>composer Vasily Solovyov-Sedoi</i> and poet <i>Mikhail Matusovsky </i></span></span></i></span></span></span></pre><pre class="tw-data-placeholder tw-text-small tw-ta" data-placeholder="" id="tw-target-rmn"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span><i><span class="aCOpRe"><span><i>wrote</i> the song in 1955 with the title "Leningradskie Vechera"<wbr></wbr> </span></span></i></span></span></span></pre></div>marsha mcdonaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05409328409390637015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217634753576849890.post-82124549023469995012020-09-16T10:05:00.034-05:002023-09-03T11:29:25.360-05:00storm-tossed sea - imaginary project 107<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3x2jApPvpJT4TinJ3QE5ZlGMG-Rg8CshIvzYInc__DFL_Wz_cztcpRq1OfSyqf-0WCUEjg1hGV76hSChLHSSaDKR2KlR1WaZpIyF5HvSoqEgia-PG3Po3ifICjcMA18QX-PJx5LtpXdXRjvFuEeDu1PpnvPZGvVKHLgF7V8zBPO3sSXXiQ7BnfJFuz14/s2669/107%20Storm-tossed%20seas%20pexels-gu%CC%88l-is%CC%A7%C4%B1k-4035587.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2669" data-original-width="2669" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3x2jApPvpJT4TinJ3QE5ZlGMG-Rg8CshIvzYInc__DFL_Wz_cztcpRq1OfSyqf-0WCUEjg1hGV76hSChLHSSaDKR2KlR1WaZpIyF5HvSoqEgia-PG3Po3ifICjcMA18QX-PJx5LtpXdXRjvFuEeDu1PpnvPZGvVKHLgF7V8zBPO3sSXXiQ7BnfJFuz14/w400-h400/107%20Storm-tossed%20seas%20pexels-gu%CC%88l-is%CC%A7%C4%B1k-4035587.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /></div><span style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"> It's not easy to navigate </div></span><p style="text-align: left;">this jimmy-rigged canoe, </p><p style="text-align: left;">without damage, regret. </p><p style="text-align: left;">You, swamped, taste of salt, </p><p style="text-align: left;">within and without. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Exhale. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Inhale. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Repeat <i><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: left;"><i>"Breathe to survive"</i> <br /></p><p style="text-align: left;">in storm-tossed seas.</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span></p><br /><p><br /></p>marsha mcdonaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05409328409390637015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217634753576849890.post-75242302407822992892020-09-16T10:05:00.033-05:002023-07-31T08:59:58.511-05:00we - imaginary project 108<p style="text-align: center;"><span> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt4X2bLr1cvcsEconb2oQRM6tTILJhtVjcSYO9XxK5GRkxt1kPnXDRcZ2wyQ3xd-UgaMy3omEwaP5IdaSAT7TnkJUU9yHL9tb0kX_qNwueDzggIaXvz4Y7ug_6siecuIU1y8IX_uixB_f3d04s9DMwMvDI-pqC2H2EYx88YKkhotzqVnPpuygYTKba2Ag/s1200/P1200351.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt4X2bLr1cvcsEconb2oQRM6tTILJhtVjcSYO9XxK5GRkxt1kPnXDRcZ2wyQ3xd-UgaMy3omEwaP5IdaSAT7TnkJUU9yHL9tb0kX_qNwueDzggIaXvz4Y7ug_6siecuIU1y8IX_uixB_f3d04s9DMwMvDI-pqC2H2EYx88YKkhotzqVnPpuygYTKba2Ag/s320/P1200351.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">What is contained within one word, <i>we</i>? </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;">Consider this first person pronoun, I and another, or others, in an English as old as <i>Beowulf.</i> Gender neutral? Seek sources. Such a word may limit community or seek elite privilege. Can this word also contain a kind of racist pathology, an insular human madness? Consider the other <i>we</i>, Grendel and his nameless mother, coded shadows, he and she as <i>we</i>, the warp-imaged. <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span> <span> </span><span> <br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span> </span>Monsters. <span> </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">What are <i>we, </i>really? <span><span> </span></span> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Re-imagine embracing a wider, wilder <i>we,</i> making a film of <i>we,</i> in our solidarity, singularity, </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">multiplicity, </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">otherness, </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">pathos. <br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><br />marsha mcdonaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05409328409390637015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217634753576849890.post-72055067600302554742020-09-16T10:04:00.011-05:002023-09-03T11:30:41.308-05:00lichen - imaginary project 106<p> <br /></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ZgqNJjP81VcdRKsP0YxN_WhnglnnIv3DUrvsPjN2HTy7WAHHsZYi83omJ2aUugzC3fj8yk8PjkhxYy-GymLjjWjVhgA1k55jh9camMu5z0HNVadafdWeAnd8g3RDtXKXoZ-9cLapJQvQ0VDv5H9UD9fvBK-qEudbAFcoYAe54ayjMdg_CAYu2aei/s2594/P1200304.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2594" data-original-width="2594" height="466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ZgqNJjP81VcdRKsP0YxN_WhnglnnIv3DUrvsPjN2HTy7WAHHsZYi83omJ2aUugzC3fj8yk8PjkhxYy-GymLjjWjVhgA1k55jh9camMu5z0HNVadafdWeAnd8g3RDtXKXoZ-9cLapJQvQ0VDv5H9UD9fvBK-qEudbAFcoYAe54ayjMdg_CAYu2aei/w466-h466/P1200304.JPG" width="466" /></a></div><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: left;">Lichen are solar ecosystems, organisms that tell trees where light is, require clean air, benefit plants and animals. </p><p style="text-align: left;">From my studio window, I see an elm, crusted in frosted, brown-eyed, and common script lichens.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Lichen relationships, symbiotic and individualistic, still hold mysteries. It is a slow process, an unfolding of consciousness, for us to understand lives so different from ours, so different from each other.</p><p style="text-align: left;">It is important, when building life-to-life relationships with lichen, to admit defeat, lose your way, abandon old notions and seek new pathways.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Visualize filming of a vast array of lichens, <span class="ILfuVd"><span class="hgKElc"></span></span>the soundtrack a recitation of world lichen nomenclatures, common names too in a variety of languages, accompanied by <span class="ILfuVd"><span class="hgKElc">Bonshō</span></span> , Ghanta, Agogo and the handheld bells of Indian Shakers and Catholics. </p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">There are 48 lichens on <a href="https://dnr.wi.gov/topic/NHI/WList.html">Wisconsin's
Natural Heritage Working List</a>, including four that are tracked by the
<a href="https://dnr.wi.gov/topic/nhi/">Natural Heritage Inventory</a>.
Lichens are a symbiotic combination of two or occasionally three
organisms: a fungus and a photosynthetic algae and/or cyanobacteria. As
such, they don't fit into the traditional definition of a plant.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p>marsha mcdonaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05409328409390637015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217634753576849890.post-19401906321417894532020-09-16T10:03:00.019-05:002023-09-03T11:35:53.296-05:00rosary - imaginary project 105<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"> <i style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #5f6368; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"> </i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><i style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #5f6368; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI_EnEpwAtbrnaBqJbemzoLc-pbkzgsej8cWVU1CTgTq8n3FMkOotibaLC7ID_zOYATz2hvRYMg2grt7ZyuD9HOLlpMdJuypaFMJyIqc37upT6LKI_mvBTwi69T_ZaXMs6KnMPkDr5xENUG_mxd660IoYcToLARq5d566LmHHk40DAG_8AL-zXpAajqp8/s3672/105%20Rosary.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3672" data-original-width="3672" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI_EnEpwAtbrnaBqJbemzoLc-pbkzgsej8cWVU1CTgTq8n3FMkOotibaLC7ID_zOYATz2hvRYMg2grt7ZyuD9HOLlpMdJuypaFMJyIqc37upT6LKI_mvBTwi69T_ZaXMs6KnMPkDr5xENUG_mxd660IoYcToLARq5d566LmHHk40DAG_8AL-zXpAajqp8/w400-h400/105%20Rosary.JPG" width="400" /></a></i></span></div><span style="font-family: times;"><i style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #5f6368; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #4d5156; display: inline; float: none; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">The paternoster </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #4d5156; display: inline; float: none; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">encircles the hand as beads, </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #4d5156; display: inline; float: none; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">or recites chains of alpine lakes, </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #4d5156; display: inline; float: none; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">river-strung among high valleys. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #4d5156; display: inline; float: none; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"> Created by the weight of prayer or ice, </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #4d5156; display: inline; float: none; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">rosaries alter. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #4d5156; display: inline; float: none; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">It's true. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #4d5156; display: inline; float: none; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">Yet each remains as we do, </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #4d5156; display: inline; float: none; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">earth bound, </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #4d5156; display: inline; float: none; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">soluble.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #4d5156; display: inline; float: none; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"> <br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #4d5156; display: inline; float: none; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span face="Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #4d5156; display: inline; float: none; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"> </span><wbr style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #4d5156; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"></wbr></p>marsha mcdonaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05409328409390637015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217634753576849890.post-25998664011850768432020-09-15T13:49:00.011-05:002023-09-03T11:37:34.186-05:00roaming - imaginary project 104<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuwy0y97DI6wG8o1juoR2XW9EBRN3XiveBcTsOiZ74K0mQaDmVW2HThJHCnUzNUt8seDo01enfDXwE-EL7bNTTrcuv560_6ySiXKyw7GXoamcTYyqSMk9cWYa_YfVcquxsdy66peVIFRSXn9FJ1fsD-0hey_plz3xuI32_b_mezu6BgrjR5vPIzhEZM94/s4896/P1000405.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4896" data-original-width="3672" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuwy0y97DI6wG8o1juoR2XW9EBRN3XiveBcTsOiZ74K0mQaDmVW2HThJHCnUzNUt8seDo01enfDXwE-EL7bNTTrcuv560_6ySiXKyw7GXoamcTYyqSMk9cWYa_YfVcquxsdy66peVIFRSXn9FJ1fsD-0hey_plz3xuI32_b_mezu6BgrjR5vPIzhEZM94/w300-h400/P1000405.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"> Imagine a film where everyone's walking somewhere, </p><p style="text-align: center;">going nearly as far, or farther, than you are.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Crossing continents is habitual, perhaps a remnant ritual of our past.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Who's roaming wireless or trod, at this moment, mind-mapped, unrestricted? </p><p style="text-align: center;">Who is collecting blackberries, wild swimming, </p><p style="text-align: center;">or skimming news, noting arrivals and departures?</p><p style="text-align: center;">All this is just a new beginning to an old story. <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Imagine more.</p><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>marsha mcdonaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05409328409390637015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217634753576849890.post-71157608125147380242020-09-15T13:48:00.012-05:002023-09-03T11:41:34.145-05:00attention - imaginary project 103<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxY__BzzP8WtqWLYWvuCNRoRU_PYrvgGA0lV5IVhRQNqA4VZnuRa-9J4bIojikKWNtwwtq01yMOvPAmoJwvLSBETU5KrA6KiCZAwMU_FlDJRX7x-p6ii5m8_Pz7kPjU6_9Yc6ypcrphV9Es8HTf1w_EfpdWy_RU6f1EHmv9y3tuc-AxHhbxpQUe47JCG0/s2423/%20P1100499.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2423" data-original-width="2423" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxY__BzzP8WtqWLYWvuCNRoRU_PYrvgGA0lV5IVhRQNqA4VZnuRa-9J4bIojikKWNtwwtq01yMOvPAmoJwvLSBETU5KrA6KiCZAwMU_FlDJRX7x-p6ii5m8_Pz7kPjU6_9Yc6ypcrphV9Es8HTf1w_EfpdWy_RU6f1EHmv9y3tuc-AxHhbxpQUe47JCG0/w400-h400/%20P1100499.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">In this film, the particular, </p><p style="text-align: justify;">or perhaps exactly the opposite, </p><p style="text-align: justify;">the widest breadth possible, </p><p style="text-align: justify;">await you. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Yet there you are, stuck on a ledge,</p><p style="text-align: justify;">the cliff edge limitations you've set for yourself. <br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Do you want to reach the sea below? </p><p style="text-align: justify;">What route down?</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Slight frown. <br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Focus. </p><p style="text-align: center;">Imagine an answer.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p>marsha mcdonaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05409328409390637015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217634753576849890.post-64211455938554746522020-09-15T13:47:00.016-05:002023-09-03T11:43:20.862-05:00departure - imaginary project 102<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgETrqIlKI9CLU-l0y9-E3u6p_6KEPM8Iq4GgyFge38crJd46BhIJaRmNp8rWlJ6rfSiGKL5nlPIxuP6wikZxQORtgWtD4CINsm53Mf31veMPAC18AFibBDOwkRQ8ILexZwvVIe3o1JqdqNaol_p7InOyrwMCq-ESAo025A3hMszzeO_4p23NvQlMqEyt8/s2888/IMG_1932.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2888" data-original-width="2888" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgETrqIlKI9CLU-l0y9-E3u6p_6KEPM8Iq4GgyFge38crJd46BhIJaRmNp8rWlJ6rfSiGKL5nlPIxuP6wikZxQORtgWtD4CINsm53Mf31veMPAC18AFibBDOwkRQ8ILexZwvVIe3o1JqdqNaol_p7InOyrwMCq-ESAo025A3hMszzeO_4p23NvQlMqEyt8/w400-h400/IMG_1932.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> You are </p><p style="text-align: center;">a mindful motion </p><p style="text-align: center;">mass accumulation and subsidence, </p><p style="text-align: center;">time guided by the body persisting, </p><p style="text-align: center;">then ceasing to exist. </p><p style="text-align: center;">Imagine a hand waving.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Arrival and departure </p><p style="text-align: center;">is the infinity </p><p style="text-align: center;">within you.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p><br /></p>marsha mcdonaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05409328409390637015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217634753576849890.post-13389429379739169942020-09-15T13:46:00.018-05:002023-09-03T11:47:59.756-05:00another vastness - imaginary project 100<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRlWfPM0yWLgCZ9LHLPAsgwgSzhrWoTSYc_QvEc8fvx07nqy-kek0rJrX6T4nLsPU4mp6_JBufuIfd7j87IsTPE3A6Gg9uqmjVcjXqbetINxelCSd1tZ6crWxP2sj-v62edW7JjmMoHa_6yDieDFhpCV-H_ZRPhX_IISSBr9zHVNC7flF7vC5Poj79T0U/s738/100%20another%20vastness%20pexels-eberhard-grossgasteiger-1624504.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="738" data-original-width="738" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRlWfPM0yWLgCZ9LHLPAsgwgSzhrWoTSYc_QvEc8fvx07nqy-kek0rJrX6T4nLsPU4mp6_JBufuIfd7j87IsTPE3A6Gg9uqmjVcjXqbetINxelCSd1tZ6crWxP2sj-v62edW7JjmMoHa_6yDieDFhpCV-H_ZRPhX_IISSBr9zHVNC7flF7vC5Poj79T0U/w400-h400/100%20another%20vastness%20pexels-eberhard-grossgasteiger-1624504.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">It's out there, </p><p style="text-align: center;">something far larger </p><p style="text-align: center;">than the spaces our herd fills</p><p style="text-align: center;"> to feed, build, kill, breed.</p><p style="text-align: center;">We need it, but it doesn't us. </p><p style="text-align: center;">There's justice in that. </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>marsha mcdonaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05409328409390637015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217634753576849890.post-46131147199772538452020-09-15T13:46:00.017-05:002023-09-03T11:47:08.032-05:00drawing insight - imaginary project 101<div style="text-align: left;"><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjaoHXEcQnFH0TB9mKdKMtTJhgRnEUn_jLTtVn8MC8CTSXbtOz2NHe-vccNjjx1sGLqjAXc95UlIBeIsjYzXE4FIBJIsew18iJnAY8wJxBxhOAuKLNx9yoo-_DNLRNudXD_iivlWYdoTETUs-qo0GoVvNLQRN1wmbzxB39VfJywE_gLPyef0UDdVrdTx4/s1200/101%20Drawing%20Insight%20P1200293.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjaoHXEcQnFH0TB9mKdKMtTJhgRnEUn_jLTtVn8MC8CTSXbtOz2NHe-vccNjjx1sGLqjAXc95UlIBeIsjYzXE4FIBJIsew18iJnAY8wJxBxhOAuKLNx9yoo-_DNLRNudXD_iivlWYdoTETUs-qo0GoVvNLQRN1wmbzxB39VfJywE_gLPyef0UDdVrdTx4/w400-h400/101%20Drawing%20Insight%20P1200293.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>When I draw, it's always first in the darkness, weighted by stone. The first line, alone, black into black, is blind. It takes concentration to feel it, time to grow. I know only then can I let the light in, and white, and color. Other ideas of drawing spring from, coexist with this - bright water on felt, deep seed ink, brittle sticks and stone, an animal bone phalanx, or something once plant, but hollow - a reed, I think.</p><p>Blink once, think twice. Sightlines drawn from any matter falter more often than not, fail. But it's not an end I seek. So then, why do I begin, or continue?</p><p>When I feel that stone, alone, I know. It's in darkness that a spark, the smallest sun, will find me. </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>marsha mcdonaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05409328409390637015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217634753576849890.post-36435623985954052152020-09-15T13:45:00.008-05:002023-09-03T11:54:55.304-05:00fell - imaginary project 99<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjrU-Vrq15YJF3VPnUScmAq27mVwzbybYXO3w6eve-OeR7BQZjQvAkPhbgqRlh29EQvU_ky5z6JsnnKSXfM34H0-qPONCNrM9VJtyms2hZbLakQwlxiP5-ii9I8d27IjITUUaGGa-c6R2pxrsThfyqpDboDbS8xI3_VTAJObaU5veLOH18hiIVm14S5Vo/s1200/99%20Fell%20IMG_1227.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjrU-Vrq15YJF3VPnUScmAq27mVwzbybYXO3w6eve-OeR7BQZjQvAkPhbgqRlh29EQvU_ky5z6JsnnKSXfM34H0-qPONCNrM9VJtyms2hZbLakQwlxiP5-ii9I8d27IjITUUaGGa-c6R2pxrsThfyqpDboDbS8xI3_VTAJObaU5veLOH18hiIVm14S5Vo/w400-h400/99%20Fell%20IMG_1227.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;">My father called them fells, the high open places rising out of fens. We were swampy flatlanders, his children, unused to walking up. So our holidays were spent finding higher ground, out of reach during daily life. Since childhood, my sisters and I have punctuated our lives with cliffs, hills, mounds, heights. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;">Not all we've seen has been proof of a clearcut reduction in our old paradigms, or a fogged green awakening. Our land sightlines have altered in time, as we extend, compress, cut ourselves open, heal, scar. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">We are charged by the rise and fall of earth, all of it, to stumble, get up, go on.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>marsha mcdonaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05409328409390637015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217634753576849890.post-78356851597541416282020-09-15T13:43:00.015-05:002023-09-03T11:56:21.339-05:00cant - imaginary project 98<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1CmFyxSk5vHHmwLXUQvkHsiPajdbx72RVflium1GXc7H2iskW07CmcazaRtJGL1RF_rTv3P404HoBmM1bPxFLDBQZL39bv84mhJjTxtjzTmxFpTm8UgOJp-NIECKL8TdgTUqczpKA3XygrOKN_-d0PAn-6CSppnNRL3qJZ8s6fhSDNoHze9ucojlnWBE/s1200/98%20Cant%20Photo%20on%2030-07-2023%20at%2001.23.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1CmFyxSk5vHHmwLXUQvkHsiPajdbx72RVflium1GXc7H2iskW07CmcazaRtJGL1RF_rTv3P404HoBmM1bPxFLDBQZL39bv84mhJjTxtjzTmxFpTm8UgOJp-NIECKL8TdgTUqczpKA3XygrOKN_-d0PAn-6CSppnNRL3qJZ8s6fhSDNoHze9ucojlnWBE/w400-h400/98%20Cant%20Photo%20on%2030-07-2023%20at%2001.23.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /> </span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">Imagine a film of this, </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">a four-letter word for hate's fingernails </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">digging into your skin.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">A negative inclination, it loves to begin </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">by gaining your trust, </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">pretending expansiveness.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">In the end, its bloody grip has never rescued anyone. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">If you wrestle free, wounded, hope to recover. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">Realize you're prey that got away. <br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">Practice caution. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">Stay vigilant.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">It's still there, wedged whining into the shadows,</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;">waiting. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p>marsha mcdonaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05409328409390637015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217634753576849890.post-90316829799597180312020-09-14T21:38:00.005-05:002023-09-03T11:57:26.268-05:00vis-à-vis - imaginary project 97<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqYyA7NCoU-wa_UohAmePBPhiNixSGhBl2ScQNxgAiSVIpv37FPazK6tLvwEdu1d4nnBDkekDQWMuwYxwtyYEgkuKK6CKuyQyVJw_YDDazqPOH-adcABi-3_YgjxACEZRCt3NxDbLgrOal3nn_6Yi5dbTPdpj_Q1eG9DbXX8y5tmJYzctocrX5toONtVw/s1312/IMG_1926.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1311" data-original-width="1312" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqYyA7NCoU-wa_UohAmePBPhiNixSGhBl2ScQNxgAiSVIpv37FPazK6tLvwEdu1d4nnBDkekDQWMuwYxwtyYEgkuKK6CKuyQyVJw_YDDazqPOH-adcABi-3_YgjxACEZRCt3NxDbLgrOal3nn_6Yi5dbTPdpj_Q1eG9DbXX8y5tmJYzctocrX5toONtVw/w400-h400/IMG_1926.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">old </p><p style="text-align: center;">calls</p><p style="text-align: center;">young</p><p style="text-align: center;">one to one.</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p><br /></p>marsha mcdonaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05409328409390637015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217634753576849890.post-43834666783618582122020-09-14T21:33:00.011-05:002023-09-03T11:59:06.338-05:00espérance - imaginary project 96<p><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQa-1jd7vZNJifLtZmHgsre7d6d7CwSLcK_zn8Rx42x1_SpOg6CdLt7MxQMT3hrww-QXUAXSicnLwM8b00qWLzDXRbbuR3_FEPXTjypO975n7KsmisDfW3xsHIYPQFuODqemucQ7bJqfd5k3Dyb1jw_e9boAt8_sgvIe8LrMDOUmf-H9QBdqS-T7PKJpc/s600/96%20espe%CC%81rance%20GIF%20ezgif.com-gif-maker.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="338" data-original-width="600" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQa-1jd7vZNJifLtZmHgsre7d6d7CwSLcK_zn8Rx42x1_SpOg6CdLt7MxQMT3hrww-QXUAXSicnLwM8b00qWLzDXRbbuR3_FEPXTjypO975n7KsmisDfW3xsHIYPQFuODqemucQ7bJqfd5k3Dyb1jw_e9boAt8_sgvIe8LrMDOUmf-H9QBdqS-T7PKJpc/w400-h225/96%20espe%CC%81rance%20GIF%20ezgif.com-gif-maker.gif" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"> Let us stop here <br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">rest in expectation<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"> sleep deeply among greener things.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"> </span><br /></p>marsha mcdonaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05409328409390637015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217634753576849890.post-10647441739812417202020-09-14T21:30:00.006-05:002023-09-03T12:00:00.256-05:00boneset - imaginary project 95<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI8lj4VpohdwZz_a-3h7yqNAKO837-LhjHJh1ZQJZKG2iU2TnwtxssG04QTEi5RZV7KB2Wu6ZvwMJMtMswtvsheU6QbrpAYBElpakLEuuJKKmboSmH0MXdhv8xJF7LSrIewWOaf4e0AANd1yR4OpffcP34lURfz0BbNufF3XTcYV_nmpXEY6XEFIbl9JU/s4896/P1000014.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3672" data-original-width="4896" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI8lj4VpohdwZz_a-3h7yqNAKO837-LhjHJh1ZQJZKG2iU2TnwtxssG04QTEi5RZV7KB2Wu6ZvwMJMtMswtvsheU6QbrpAYBElpakLEuuJKKmboSmH0MXdhv8xJF7LSrIewWOaf4e0AANd1yR4OpffcP34lURfz0BbNufF3XTcYV_nmpXEY6XEFIbl9JU/w400-h300/P1000014.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /> Express yourself.<br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Compress (COMpress).</p><p style="text-align: center;"> A bandaged </p><p style="text-align: center;">heart <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">is less</p><p style="text-align: center;">likely <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I</p><p style="text-align: center;">guess</p><p style="text-align: center;">to bleed <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">under</p><p style="text-align: center;">stress </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>marsha mcdonaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05409328409390637015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217634753576849890.post-60442382729909882052020-09-14T21:28:00.016-05:002021-01-02T23:41:38.295-06:00the migratory deaths of birds - imaginary project 94<div><p><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RSkgGjMREsk/X9uusnuYgMI/AAAAAAAArPk/VQY6_Pt1KVULOSmguq1qvVqSP0bFjkYWACLcBGAsYHQ/s1091/Migratory%2Bdeaths%2Bof%2Bbirds%2Bimaginary%2Bprojects.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1091" data-original-width="1091" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RSkgGjMREsk/X9uusnuYgMI/AAAAAAAArPk/VQY6_Pt1KVULOSmguq1qvVqSP0bFjkYWACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h400/Migratory%2Bdeaths%2Bof%2Bbirds%2Bimaginary%2Bprojects.jpeg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">The first snow is late.</span><span style="font-family: times;"></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Is true cold coming?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">A hunting hawk, <br /></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">a severed wing.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Imagine jet stream</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">confusion,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">lost maps,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">a rain of wings. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">Still no snow. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">In our souls we know,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><i>we know</i><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">what's</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;">unforgiven.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"> <br /></p><p> <br /></p><p> <br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;">head southwest</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;">. How many will find an end</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;">is uncertain. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;">Scientists in warmer places</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;">find too many dead,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;">mass deaths among the birds -</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;">goose, oriole, warbler<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;">mass deaths in New Mexico, Colorado, Texas, Arizona, and as far north
as Nebraska, as well as in four states in Mexico, and include migratory
species as varied as owls, hummingbirds, loons, and woodpeckers, many
of which were migrating south to wintering grounds.
Many of the dead birds have <a href="https://twitter.com/salasphorus/status/1304973069056786432">little fat reserves or muscle mass remaining</a>, and some seem to have literally dropped from the sky mid-flight. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;">Among the worst-hit groups were warblers, but even seemingly
indestructible populations of starlings have seen a massive decline. The
biggest single category of decline came among species reliant on
grasslands.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://www.wmicentral.com/news/arizona_news/mass-death-of-migratory-birds-perplexes-scientists/article_758fceb3-8e64-5aa2-b9e4-cc200f80029b.html">https://www.wmicentral.com/news/arizona_news/mass-death-of-migratory-birds-perplexes-scientists/article_758fceb3-8e64-5aa2-b9e4-cc200f80029b.html</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;"> <span>southwest-avian-mortality-project<a href="https://www.inaturalist.org/projects/southwest-avian-mortality-project"> https://www.inaturalist.org/projects/southwest-avian-mortality-project</a></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;">Migratory birds were already in trouble. A <a href="https://science.sciencemag.org/content/366/6461/120">paper co-authored by Panjabi for the journal Science</a><i> </i>published
last year found that the United States and Canada lost three billion
birds, or about 29 percent of the total population, from 1970-2017 due
in part to habitat loss and toxic chemicals.</span></p><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><p><span style="font-size: x-small;">Birds absorb poisons faster than humans, so their fatal reaction to air toxicity can be a bellwether.</span></p><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><p><span style="font-size: x-small;">“That
is the reason why miners in the 1800s brought canaries down into the
coal mines, because their lungs reacted to poisons in the air much more
quickly than humans,” Panjabi said.<a href="https://www.cpr.org/2020/09/23/why-did-birds-fall-out-of-the-sky-in-september-colorado-new-mexico/">https://www.cpr.org/2020/09/23/why-did-birds-fall-out-of-the-sky-in-september-colorado-new-mexico/</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span> <a href="http://www.globalincidentmap.com/beta/mystery-wildlife-incidents">http://www.globalincidentmap.com/beta/mystery-wildlife-incidents</a></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://e360.yale.edu/digest/scientists-report-mass-migratory-bird-deaths-in-us-and-mexico">https://e360.yale.edu/digest/scientists-report-mass-migratory-bird-deaths-in-us-and-mexico</a> </span> </span></p>marsha mcdonaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05409328409390637015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217634753576849890.post-37581374509508778682020-09-14T15:43:00.011-05:002023-09-03T12:02:32.925-05:00blew dawg - imaginary project 93<div><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: center;"> </p><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: center;"> </p><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: center;"> </p><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: center;"> </p><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: center;"> </p><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: center;"> <br /></p><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjAPV6y7I0lyrCNEg2kTINbe3t5d4643A0wmFtyyg3OAKFR_eV5GYLuKrpBbvEB4xnpNuW0Aw1C_7gmMZ4orGbhWn9-3DGWm47mWbctBQRFFVmRj67e27PteWUpp3ffzyoqj4bCG0J1QauVY5XaTk7pkHbAVUX4tHYL_a25i_VizhRn10-yg-TXkpnTZc/s2852/Blew%20Dawg%2093%20IMG_1601.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2852" data-original-width="2852" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjAPV6y7I0lyrCNEg2kTINbe3t5d4643A0wmFtyyg3OAKFR_eV5GYLuKrpBbvEB4xnpNuW0Aw1C_7gmMZ4orGbhWn9-3DGWm47mWbctBQRFFVmRj67e27PteWUpp3ffzyoqj4bCG0J1QauVY5XaTk7pkHbAVUX4tHYL_a25i_VizhRn10-yg-TXkpnTZc/w400-h400/Blew%20Dawg%2093%20IMG_1601.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> 1<p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">The first film is a film about dogs that never shows a dog. The film shows lots of places to smell and sounds dogs love to listen to. The film is shot dichromatically, in blue and yellow, so there will be pale balls, yellow grass, dark brownish foods and black shadows to rest in.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Above it all, a blue, blue sky. </p><p style="text-align: center;">2 </p><p>In the second film, picture dogs where the world stops. At both poles night, midnight skies months long. In the north, stars might be children waiting to be born. Dog spirits lie under an austral sky. Oh, how deep is their ice blue, dry valley loneliness! <br /></p></div><div style="text-align: center;">3</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">The third film will end again in the blue, blue sky. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">But first see a river, a field, </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">dogs as diverse as birdsong, </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">woodland and meadow. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></div><div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p></div>marsha mcdonaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05409328409390637015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217634753576849890.post-14337691213871169362020-09-13T14:28:00.014-05:002023-09-03T12:03:24.886-05:00in imitation of - imaginary project 92<div style="text-align: center;" trbidi="on">
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marsha mcdonaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05409328409390637015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217634753576849890.post-63894501520982724812020-09-12T11:59:00.005-05:002023-09-03T12:06:13.722-05:00dragons and water - imaginary project 89<div style="text-align: center;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCWLf5DuOCnRBhf8ktsa-b1hdX4bxVgHdP5arp2XqI4liTo9_phb_dFCdSgNwPll35IB1yLDW8Qza2h3YOXRF6YtV521ubqEoOHyEgC4aA55l6yNXUsUL9H7SL_B03wBLK3oR3a1jy_U-3P2OVvGHeQ6W4NQ_U6eO8CcGh8QFxiaqmhpE2zuHo2WKhXCs/s3606/P1000274.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3606" data-original-width="3606" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCWLf5DuOCnRBhf8ktsa-b1hdX4bxVgHdP5arp2XqI4liTo9_phb_dFCdSgNwPll35IB1yLDW8Qza2h3YOXRF6YtV521ubqEoOHyEgC4aA55l6yNXUsUL9H7SL_B03wBLK3oR3a1jy_U-3P2OVvGHeQ6W4NQ_U6eO8CcGh8QFxiaqmhpE2zuHo2WKhXCs/w400-h400/P1000274.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;" trbidi="on"> </div><div style="text-align: center;" trbidi="on">Winged, they're air, or diving, breathe oceans, stink of salt.</div><div style="text-align: center;" trbidi="on">Old stories have them disappear into clouds, bring rain. </div><div style="text-align: center;" trbidi="on">Water-bright dragons, I'm told, </div><div style="text-align: center;" trbidi="on">seek light and peace,</div><div style="text-align: center;" trbidi="on">not caves, not gold.</div><div style="text-align: center;" trbidi="on"> </div><div style="text-align: center;" trbidi="on"> </div><div style="text-align: center;" trbidi="on"> </div><div style="text-align: center;" trbidi="on"> </div><div style="text-align: center;" trbidi="on"> </div><br /><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div>
marsha mcdonaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05409328409390637015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8217634753576849890.post-59750961571941412322020-09-12T11:44:00.006-05:002023-09-03T12:07:06.936-05:00flute (fingers, bone, caves) - imaginary project 88<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmmgZvd7pfNpFYissOD_RtnbRbUc28HIOJQ5p1Ye-yo5VA9DIETjxiV9sm8z-7qMeViaSEHa2JAaK8TMcPhLZtmgVIB7o_PSMMXRwRhDuNKXlPESEptZxCTsrHPAOpbAu33c2cg3MwlEMf4Kqud2hnB5jHCYgDPqwfFl7iynZCom6SzHUTXtD01VVSK64/s1200/IMG_1384.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmmgZvd7pfNpFYissOD_RtnbRbUc28HIOJQ5p1Ye-yo5VA9DIETjxiV9sm8z-7qMeViaSEHa2JAaK8TMcPhLZtmgVIB7o_PSMMXRwRhDuNKXlPESEptZxCTsrHPAOpbAu33c2cg3MwlEMf4Kqud2hnB5jHCYgDPqwfFl7iynZCom6SzHUTXtD01VVSK64/w400-h400/IMG_1384.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Imagine a cave, its wall with finger fluting, macaroni meanders. </p><p style="text-align: center;">Children as young as three created these.</p><div style="text-align: center;">A Venus in labor lies nearby, among broken bone flutes, bored from swan and mammoth.</div><p style="text-align: center;">Later, find the wing bone of a griffin vulture, naturally hollow.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Reminder.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Reimagine a Neanderthal at Divje babe. Do you hear? </p><p style="text-align: center;">We're with her, as she plays a she bear femur. </p><p style="text-align: center;">What can be drawn from the dark, come into the air, </p><p style="text-align: center;">there to sound against stone and bone, </p><p style="text-align: center;">with who, and for how long?</p><p style="text-align: center;">A song. <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">See the swan's wing, warm ivory swinging, the griffin and sow </p><p style="text-align: center;">now bringing music, lamp lit,<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">to children, cousined, </p><p style="text-align: center;">pressing rivelets into clay.</p><p style="text-align: center;">They have known each other.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p><br /></p>marsha mcdonaldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05409328409390637015noreply@blogger.com