{"id":35609,"date":"2017-08-05T15:43:13","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T19:43:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=35609"},"modified":"2017-08-05T15:43:14","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T19:43:14","slug":"lighting","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/lighting\/","title":{"rendered":"Lighting"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My jeans. They\u2019re kind of rough<br \/>\nto the touch, and button-up blue,<br \/>\nwhich is okay with me.<br \/>\nThe lower cuffs are stiff<br \/>\nwith dried dew from the grasses<br \/>\nI walked through this morning.<\/p>\n<p>The sun shone dimly red<br \/>\nfrom the wildfire up north.<br \/>\nIt looked like I was on<br \/>\nan African savannah,<br \/>\nwith the grasses, and the sun<br \/>\npeering through the cottonwoods.<br \/>\nExcept, let\u2019s be honest:<br \/>\nI\u2019ve never been to Africa,<br \/>\nso how would I know? <\/p>\n<p>Still, it doesn\u2019t quite look<br \/>\nlike home. The Canadian<br \/>\nwildfires, and the one<br \/>\ndown in the Chuckanuts,<br \/>\nhave cast a heavenly glow<br \/>\nover the landscape. As I walk<br \/>\npast the pond, the surface<br \/>\nshimmers bronze between<br \/>\nthe lily pads. The flowers,<br \/>\nusually pink-tinged white,<br \/>\nare orange this morning<br \/>\nfrom the new light.<br \/>\nEven the rabbits are out<br \/>\nto nibble from the gold<br \/>\nand green grasses.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My jeans. They\u2019re kind of rough to the touch, and button-up blue, which is okay with me. The lower cuffs are stiff with dried dew from the grasses I walked through this morning. The sun shone dimly red from the wildfire up north. It looked&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":972,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-35609","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35609","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/972"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=35609"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35609\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":35643,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35609\/revisions\/35643"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=35609"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=35609"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=35609"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}