Bill Pearse

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• Severe weather

  By Bill Pearse on August 23, 2025 • ( 11 )

  

  It was a good week. At the top of the list, my dad’s heart surgery was a success. He has AFib, an irregular heart pattern that can lead to bad things. The surgeons did an ablation to create tiny scars… Read More ›

• Cleaning the scissor traps

  By Bill Pearse on August 22, 2025 • ( 17 )

  

  Re: trapping the moles, I was going to have to let go of that. Turns out I wasn’t the best trapper. I knew from the start that would be dumb (like trying to fight the moss in the PNW), but… Read More ›

• Firsts and lasts

  By Bill Pearse on August 21, 2025 • ( 12 )

  

  Charlotte, about to start her last year of high school, says she’s starting to have her last firsts: last first day of school. Or this could be her “first last” too, school-wise. Last homecoming dance. “First last” and “last first”… Read More ›

• No quarter

  By Bill Pearse on August 18, 2025 • ( 7 )

  

  It happened too soon, the season of repose, I turned in too soon Me on that ridge alone in the summer by the mountain with no one around for miles Coming upon a buck then a bear, my voice echoing… Read More ›

• The dark part of the park

  By Bill Pearse on August 17, 2025 • ( 4 )

  

  From the recent rains the leaves looked glossy in the forest, the spiky sala and leaning ferns, and it was easy to imagine all the plant life felt happy. And how these species of flora weren’t much different than what… Read More ›

• Last quarter

  By Bill Pearse on August 16, 2025 • ( 2 )

  

  I walked to our neighborhood park, the one on the lake by our house. It gets a lot of traffic this time of year with the early morning anglers fishing off the dock and the teenagers and toddlers who flock… Read More ›

• Low-angled light (for Rosemerry)

  By Bill Pearse on August 11, 2025 • ( 7 )

  

  Low-angled light, especially in the morning, different angles of light at different times of the year. The low-angled light through the forest when it’s amber colored or even tawny if there’s wildfires. How the impressionists were drawn to that area… Read More ›

• Little Fury Things

  By Bill Pearse on August 10, 2025 • ( 16 )

  

  At the right angle with the morning sun coming through the Tiffany lampshade looked furry due to a thin layer of animal hair attached to the glass by grease or film. You could say the same for most appliances in… Read More ›

• Ancient flags and dragons

  By Bill Pearse on August 9, 2025 • ( 8 )

  

  8/9/25 The sound of the owl in the middle of the night is a distant probe, a pulse. In the east on the bottom of the horizon there are two new stars, maybe a planet. The sun rises closer to… Read More ›

• Grounded

  By Bill Pearse on August 4, 2025 • ( 4 )

  

  It is now the time of the wildfires and web worms. The digital map of fire shows their size and location, and we look surrounded—though the air quality is still good. The web worms gather in clumps on certain kinds… Read More ›

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