This is a map generated to cover the past ten days. It does not show bots, just human visitors. I have very little idea who these people are, but I can see where they are. Each orange dot represents a reader's location. If you can't see the fine type, there are 1089 of them, during a time span of about nine and a half days.
If you click on the map, you will see it full size.
Last night, not only did my site lock up so that I was unable to post, just when I was trying to post yesterday's poem, but my Internet service went down shortly after, and I finally had to give up. I lost more than half of the poem in the process, and upon recovering my connection today, proceeded to rewrite the piece; however, when I tried to post it, my blog locked me out.
I did manage to save it, and have pasted it into my word processor for safekeeping. My process is to dictate the poems into my blog editor, using Dragon Naturally Speaking. In the rare case that the blog ties up, I can lose the work. If the blog is working properly, it backs up the work on line whenever i pause. That was not the case last night however. Grrrr! I hope my ISP can solve this soon.
I was able to solve the problem. Apparently there was an error in the code at the ISP level, and that caused strange issues in the software. I found it frustrating to have written a post that I could not share.
I have been unable to post yesterday's poem in wordcurrents. I was able to write the poem in the editor, and save it, but unable to post it, and cannot get back into the editor to copy it here. Nerts!!
There is a progression in these photos. I will probably post more later as they build the new fibre-optic cable system centre. The poem pretty well says it all. Click on the title above to visit the poem on wordcurrents.
I wish that the sun and the colour of the leaves would cooperate: when the leaves were brightest, it was raining. Now that we are getting some sun, they are thinning out. This is a view of the bush from the back yard. Note the green lower leaves. Click on the title of this post to see the poem.
This was a ceremony Colin asked us to perform, on the dock in front of Reynolds' cottage. Peter read Colin's poem, then Colin threw into the river symbols of the summer, that he had collected. He wants us to do this at the end of each summer, using items contributed by each person who visited the cottage. The poem appears below. I find this very moving.
