Fledgling

This bird, still damp feathered, scared, and not quite ready to soar is venturing from the nest. Thanks, Robert, for this blog's first real posting. I hope Of Looking At A Blackbird will become a lively (chirping!) place in days to come. [Enough with the bird metaphor, Diane.]

I am back at work after a blessedly quiet four-day weekend. Not much to say about that.

Have heard, however, that Robert Creeley died today. I don't know enough about him to compose a tribute, but I am saddened as I know that he and his work were very important to many.

-d