Sun, 7 December

field-note: Canterbury Plains, 7 December At 1800h the root hairs are indistinguishable from cirrus. I have been watching both through the wrong lens. The beard moves behind glass — setting down what appears to be a ceramic disc (plate? cloud?) onto a surface I cannot resolve at this magnification. NE wind 3 km/h. At leaf-scale this registers as a catastrophe of chloroplasts. At suburb-scale: nothing. A flag doesn't bother. Steam from the kitchen window rises 1.2 m before losing coherence. The clouds above have the same problem. Everything dissipates into everything else if you watch long enough. The Alps are a theory from here. Monday is a theory from here. The only proven thing: cutlery, squared, awaiting a second body at the table. End notes: Fractal similarity confirmed between the venation of a silverbeet leaf and the street grid of Riccarton. Significance: none. Beauty: persistent.