Wednesday, August 19, 2015

"Mine are the night and morning, 
The pits of air, the gulf of space, 
The sportive sun, the gibbous moon, 
The innumerable days."

from Song of Nature
by Emerson




On today's canoe trip eagle or osprey we are not sure?

It was big. Very Big. Roc?

"Our paddles keen and bright, 
Flashing like silver; 
Swift as the wild goose flight, 
Dip, dip, and swing.

Dip, dip, and swing them back, 
Flashing like silver; 
Swift as the wild goose flight, 
Dip, dip and swing."

The Paddle Song



Monday, August 17, 2015

" Fields around are yellowing into harvest
nestlings and fingerlings are sky and water borne"

from Wilderness Gothic
by Al Purdy

Some recent highlights.


The swallow chicks from the nests by the living room eaves
left the nest a couple weeks ago and were feed in the trees by 
the porch. You could really see the dominance of the larger
chicks.


Also shot for the living room window, a White-Throated Sparrow
feeds a Brown Headed Cowbird chick. The White-Throated 
Sparrow is considered a rare cowbird host according to The 
Birders Handbook by Enrlich et al.



A young coyote approaches us on our walk. The parents 
apparently stash them somewhere while they go to hunt. Like
teenagers everywhere they then unlock the door and go to the 
mall. A couple of rocks in its direction convinced it that people
and their dogs are not something to approach. 


This summer we went on four studio trails, where you drive thru 
the country and artists welcome you into their homes and studios
to share their work. It give you wonderful insight in how creative
people can be. We bought painting, pottery and quilts as well,
but we really likes these wooden items by three different artists.
I have long wanted to carve birds so I love the Wren I bought, now
I have to get busy.


Finally the local lake in the evening, my wife and her
family fished here on Sundays so it is a special place
for her.



"This is, I think,
what holiness is:
the natural world,
where every moment is full


of the passion to keep moving.
Inside every mind
there's a hermit's cave
full of light,


full of snow,
full of concentration.
I've knelt there,
and so have you,


hanging on
to what you love,
to what is lovely.
The lake's


shining sheets
don't make a ripple now,
and the stars
are going off to their blue sleep,


but the words are in place --
and the fish leaps, and leaps again
from the black plush of the poem,
that breathless space."

               from At The Lake
                by Mary Oliver





Wednesday, August 12, 2015

"Let it go
Let it roll right off your shoulder
Don't you know
The hardest part is over
Let it in
Let your clarity define you
In the end
We will only just remember how it feels 

Our lives are made
In these small hours
These little wonders
These twists and turns of fate
Time falls away
But these small hours
These small hours still remain 

Let it slide
Let your troubles fall behind you
Let it shine
Till you feel it all around you
And i don't mind
If it's me you need to turn to
We'll get by

It's the heart that really matters in the end"

from Little Wonders
Theme song from " Meet the Robinsons"
composed by Rob Thomas


Monday, July 20, 2015


"But it is a mild, mild wind, and a mild looking sky; 
and the air smells now, as if it blew from a far-away meadow; 
they have been making hay somewhere under the slopes 
of the Andes, Starbuck, and the mowers are sleeping among the 
new-mown hay."

from Moby Dick
 By Herman Melville


My brother in law Ralph cuts the hay.











"Far to the north, or indeed in any direction
strange mountains and creatures have always lurked-
elves, goblins,trolls, and spiders:-we
encounter them in dread and wonder,

But once we have tasted far streams, touched the gold
found some limit beyond the waterfall
a season changes, we come back , changed
but safe, quiet, graceful."

     from Allegiances
               by William Stafford


Saturday, July 18, 2015

"My soul would sing of metamorphoses.
But since, o gods, you were the source of these
bodies becoming other bodies, breathe
your breath into my book of changes: may
the song I sing be seamless as its way
weaves from the world's beginning to our day."

                     from The Metamorphoses of Ovid
                             translated by Allen Mandelbaum

I have posted photos of the vixen and her three cubs at the farm
previously this summer. Thursday my mother in law mentioned she
had found a fox tail in garden, and we wondered who might have been
responsible Willow the farm dog or possibly a coyote, who do prey on
foxes. Friday morning my wife and I drove past the farm lane and 
encountered four foxes. seemed to have tails so we have no idea
whose was in the garden.




"In a cave somewhere they carved an animal 
jumping: that leap stayed."

             from They Carved An Animal
           by William Stafford

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

"Deep into distant woodlands winds a mazy way, reaching to 
overlapping spurs of mountains bathed in their hill-side blue. 
But though the picture lies thus tranced, and though this pine-tree 
shakes down its sighs like leaves upon this shepherd's head, yet 
all were vain, unless the shepherd's eye were fixed upon the magic 
stream before him. Go visit the Prairies in June, when for scores 
on scores of miles you wade knee-deep among Tiger- lilies - 
what is the one charm wanting? - Water - there is not a drop 
of water there! "

                              both quotes from Moby-Dick
                                            By Herman Melville



This was the first Tiger-lily of our summer and I did take the
photo in June. It is berry season now the dry weather making for
bumper crops so far.

"He lives on the sea, as prairie cocks in the prairie; 
he hides among the waves, he climbs them as chamois 
hunters climb the Alps. For years he knows not the land; 
so that when he comes to it at last, it smells like another 
world, more strangely than the moon would to an Earthsman. 
With the landless gull, that at sunset folds her wings and is 
rocked to sleep between billows; so at nightfall, the Nantucketer, 
out of sight of land, furls his sails, and lays him to his rest, while 
under his very pillow rush herds of walruses and whales."



Monday, July 13, 2015

"As we were walking on our lonely road
there came, like lightning ripping through the air,
a voice, shot out at us from up ahead:

" I shall be slain by all who find me !" - Then
it rolled past us like thunder dying down
after a sudden bursting of a cloud."

Purgatory, Dante Canto XIV lines 130 - 135
translator Mike Musa
words attributed to Cain




I took this photo of the coyote in our hayfield a few weeks ago. Coyotes
numbers seem to be increasing and there are more and more of them in 
western cities despite the fact they are treated as a pest species and shot
on sight. I can rarely hear them without my hearing aids but they call 
briefly each night and I can often observe when they start by Whateley's 
reaction since he seems to react the most of the three dogs, just a attentive
posture most nights.

Hurray a thunderstorm just started, hopefully it will rain a 
couple of days.  Nothing like a downpour on a tin roof.

"I come home with a chicken or
a rabbit and sit up
singing all night with my friends.
It´s baroque, my life, and
I tell it on the mountain.

I wouldn´t trade it for yours."

from Coyote
                     by William Stafford