{"id":472,"date":"2009-12-22T06:16:19","date_gmt":"2009-12-22T06:16:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.oliverk.org\/weblog\/?p=472"},"modified":"2010-01-08T20:32:55","modified_gmt":"2010-01-08T20:32:55","slug":"egg-in-the-snow","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.oliverk.com\/blog\/?p=472","title":{"rendered":"egg in the snow"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a class=\"thickbox\" href=\"http:\/\/www.oliverk.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/egg.jpg\" class=\"thickbox\" rel=\"grupo472\"  title =\" a winter egg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-473 alignnone\" style=\"margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px;\" title=\"egg\" src=\"http:\/\/www.oliverk.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/egg.jpg\" alt=\"egg\" width=\"246\" height=\"184\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.oliverk.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/egg.jpg 1000w, http:\/\/www.oliverk.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/egg-300x225.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 246px) 100vw, 246px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s that time of year when the days are short and the color has been sucked from the world.<br \/>\nI woke up this morning to find an egg lying out in the snow. Even the air has changed somehow, stuffing my ear canals and sealing me into the blood-throbbing confines of my memories. I think of last spring and the redwood grove I saw, ancient and sighing, oblivious to the sliver of time in which I must be satisfied. Yet there among the swirling gloom had grown <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/oliverk\/3446973854\/sizes\/l\/in\/set-72157616842490702\/\">the child <\/a>of their ghosts, its needles white as a <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/oliverk\/2235953729\/sizes\/o\/in\/set-72157603835136726\/\" target =\"_blank\">tapeworms, glistening <\/a> with formaldehyde. It tried to kill me, you see, and hurled a branch in my direction when I got too close. And now after all those months, the great gray quilt of sky has pulled down over me and  breath itself seems difficult. But high above the ragged trees, the white wraith <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Trumpeter_Swan\" target =\"_blank\">swans<\/a> churn savage wings again toward the ends of time. With bleating songs of ice and metal. I thought they&#8217;d gone extinct. . .<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_483\" style=\"width: 402px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a class=\"thickbox\" href=\"http:\/\/www.oliverk.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/3446142605_7d8d045494_b.jpg\" class=\"thickbox\" rel=\"grupo472\"  title =\"albino redwood - Northern California\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-483\" class=\"size-full wp-image-483\" title=\"ghost\" src=\"http:\/\/www.oliverk.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/3446142605_7d8d045494_b.jpg\" alt=\"ghost redwood\" width=\"392\" height=\"520\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-483\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">albino redwood<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s that time of year when the days are short and the color has been sucked from the world. I woke up this morning to find an egg lying out in the snow. Even the air has changed somehow, stuffing my ear canals and sealing me into the blood-throbbing confines of my memories. I think [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,3,5],"tags":[6],"class_list":["post-472","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-animals","category-plants","category-poems","tag-add-new-tag"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.oliverk.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/472","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.oliverk.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.oliverk.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.oliverk.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.oliverk.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=472"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.oliverk.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/472\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.oliverk.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=472"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.oliverk.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=472"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.oliverk.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=472"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}