Hello again. I've been in a two week catatonic stupor induced, I imagine, from a work schedule that has crisscrossed four continents in eight weeks. I've just had the last two weeks off and I have done...absolutely....nothing but stare into space. Its been glorious but not so good for blogging. I have not even taken a photograph.
I am leaving for Beijing in a few days and I will be gone for nearly two months. So, I have been savoring every single minute of my first summer back in Oklahoma which will end suddenly next Tuesday when I wing my way across the Pacific to work the Summer Olympic Games. In these past two weeks I have been present and accounted for every tangerine prairie sunset, every bloom coming and going on ever flower in my garden -- I have not missed a minute of the summer life that goes on in my little backyard. I revel in barefoot splendor watching the grass and the sunflowers grow everyday. In these two weeks I've worked diligently trying to eat an entire summer's worth of vine-ripened tomatoes, watermelon, cucumbers, okra, purple-hulled peas, banana peppers, and sweet corn washed down with a couple of gallons of sun tea flushed with the mint from my garden. In the next six weeks that follow I won't be able to recognize what I am eating and when I return -- summer will be all but over.
Where did we leave off, oh yes, somewhere between Rio de Janeiro and Iguacu Falls in Brazil. Since deep thoughts and the words required to form them still escape me, I thought I would let these photos of Iguacu Falls speak for themselves. The last two weeks have been a sort of blissful poetry with no motion. But its time to get moving. So I leave you with the poetic grandeur of Iguacu. Remember to click on the image to really see it and don't miss the fantastic butterfly at the end -- it's see-through. A see-through butterfly -- glasswing I believe is the name - a little souvenir for my favorite butterfly collector - Doug at Gossamer Tapestry.