Monthly Archives: December 2017

Its throat catches sun Iridescent, royal, It hovers, fleeting.

Ice cracked in dog bowls Melted by fire in the sky Magic in the air

Over the past months Short days have gotten shorter While for light I long

Misty, windy, cold, Silent through the streets of Berkeley, Water on my face.

A day of catchments Ecohydraulics is next Discovery thrills

Dinner field stories: Don’t get into that brown van! I laugh ’til I cry.

Flurries on the street Streetlights illuminate the warped polar vortex

In slow river flows Cyanobacteria produces toxins

Patterns beautiful and ephemeral emerge from life in a flow.

Unicycle man Passes full-backpack runner On Berkeley’s hushed streets