Well, since last time promising to "see" more, I have seen a few things:
the confluence of the Red Cedar and the Iowa Rivers--a lovely, not much visited spot in a town called Columbus Junction. When we were there last Sunday we were by ourselves on a trail through the woods along the Cedar River. And we couldn't help but see what had been left behind--plastic water bottles, beer cans,plastic bags, even blankets. Reminded me of Pigpen from the Peanuts comic strip, who always was surrounded by a cloud of dirt. I guess some people just trail stuff, litter, junk. It must fall out of their pockets, off their shoulders faster than they can pick it up.
And today, I've seen this gorgeous bread my friends and I baked this morning--polenta asiago (makes really great sliced tomato sandwiches).
But that's not much to see in a week. What got in the way of seeing more? Of course there was all that time spent watching speeches at the Democratic Convention. But, really, there was something else. And I think it's called Doubt, doubt that I'm getting it, getting onto the page what I want to get on to the page. Doubt is like fruit flies in summer--too often present and hard to eradicate. And it makes me jumpy, unfocused.
So my plan is to write more, be crazy, write ridiculous, write more, take more chances, continue looking. And keep the kitchen counters clean.
What do you do about fruit flies--of all kinds?