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

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