Anna Blake

Photo & Poem: The Sea’s Nature

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  The sea’s nature is change, waves rolling one on top of the last, spent flat to the sand, then sliding underneath, falling back as other waves arise in a circle unbroken. Colors blend, bright next to dark, around and under, tides keeping the rhythm. Let them wash over and then seep away, unable to … Read more

Calming Signals and the Thing We Call Stubborn

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In celebration of Edgar Rice Burro’s birthday, he’s asked me to rant a bit about the thing humans call stubborn. Donkeys call that same behavior common sense. Are you in a hurry to find out what this is about? Edgar Rice Burro says in good time. He has had it with donkeys being referred to … Read more

Photo & Poem: Flight

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So still the herd, taking rest with soft flank to muscled shoulder, as the light shifts cooler. One nose lifts to the scent of rain coming on the breeze, the slow boil of clouds forming dark to thunder. Beyond the tree line, a slow crush of fir needles, padded footfalls and hushed birdsong. You cannot feel the … Read more

Calming Signals and Preacher Man: Still “Reactive” After All These Years

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Bear with me, please. I miss my dogs, one in particular. I’m in Dunedin, and he’s 12,620 km away. It sounds even farther in Newzealandish, doesn’t it? It’s National Pet Day back home, I know he is keeping an eye on the door. The Dude Rancher takes good and kind care of the dogs while I’m … Read more