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Issue #159, Fossil Ridge Wilderness, August 2011. Photos and drawings by Jonathan Machen, additional haiku by Michael Conti.




little mushroom cap
i wrinkle my eyes
at the sun




feeling naked
the brown puddle reflecting
the morning's rainstorm




coral mushroom sucking
abundant moisture
earth like a sponge




milky way at night
gives way to wet deluge
cozy in the tent




wet forest
steaming logs
morning sunshine




the gear we bring
strewn across the rocks
looking out of place




pale columbine
gathering
in social clumps




lichen covering
cryptobiotic dirt nodules
pale grey bubbles




flight path
over wilderness
five times a day




plaintive squeak-'EEK'
of pica amongst scree
sky turns grey, leaden




people
like lichen on lichen
earth ecosystem




where there's
two elk
there's more (michael)




clinging
with blazing color
to rocky cliffside




mossy bench
vibrant terraced ledges
green-eyed flies; bees




sunflowers
once in full bloom
no more (michael)




mountain goats
leave pock-marked holes in snow,
tufts of fur on rocks




jumping spiders
upset by ravens
act the same with us




butterflies mating
over fossils - ancient
dance, play of life




six goats
on ridge below
elk above a pond




eagle feather
still aerodynamic
on granite lichen




the cloud-timer
times the passage of the sun
for waiting camera




vibrant
spongy vermillion
alpine garden




diversity
of lichen, mosses
molds, fungi




asleep on the hill
you and me
it's green (michael)




orange flame
tickles formerly wet
and soggy log




cast-iron stove
with design of a fern
near rusted bed springs




dinner
with misquotes
campfire smoke repels




eleven-hour hike
up and down vertical
like we used to do




the rare gentian
two colorful cousins
on the same slope




defunct silver mine
tracks for the ore
hanging in space




mosquitoes fly high
real high
continental divide (michael)




chipmunk
no fear of heights
on vertical limestone




ant hefting fly
human
hefting backpack




with heavy heart
feet descent
another trip (michael)




nothing more to savor
than being in the
middle of a deep forest




hand-sized mushroom
lie like plates
along the trail (michael)





solo/group kukai
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen