A folded
green thing.
The fern behind the brick wall has put out a new frond. It is still curled at the end. I passed it twice before noticing.
- Found
- by the loose brick
- Weather
- rain, then none
- Kept
- only the drawing
fern index
kept by robin / no. 021
Plate XXIThings growing at the wall.
A folded
The smaller
traveller.
A snail crossed the pavement while I was looking at something else. Its shell had a little nick. I stayed until it reached the grass.
- Found
- at the path edge
- Weather
- still damp
- Kept
- a rough sketch
A familiar
way around.
The long route is only four minutes longer. It goes past the wall, the elder tree, and the gate that no longer opens.
- Found
- every afternoon
- Weather
- changes
- Kept
- the habit
In the pocket notebook
One feather, drawn badly.
Three leaves, all different.
A name to look up later.
unfold the last page
I am trying to learn the names of the things I already walk past. There is no deadline.
Original personal-web mockup / fictional text / Caleb Bowers