After another afternoon and night of snow

I went out this morning to fill the feeders,

the difference from previous mornings was not

so much the robin in the tree but the absolute

riot of exuberant birdsong that heralds spring

and the return of light.

" For winter's rains and ruins are over,

And all the season of snows and sins

The days dividing lover and lover,

The light that loses, the night that wins;"

                     Atalanta in Calydon

                                                  Algernon Charles Swinburne

  

 

As it snowed again Thursday and you were about to

be treated to more pictures of the frozen trees

it the yard, and birds or more likely squirrels at the feeders

as they are cleaning me out, when I received my Easter

present. Just as well, the snow is melting fairly quickly.

But we will doubtless have more snow so your not off

the hook yet.

But my Easter present generated a new subject. It was a copy

of Charles R. Knight The Artist Who Saw Through Time

by Richard Milner, Abrams, New York 2012

ISBN 978-9-8109-8479-0. ( Thanks sweetie )

"Charles Robert Knight

(October 21, 1874 in Brooklyn – April 15, 1953 in Manhattan)

was an American artist best known for his influential paintings of

dinosaurs and other prehistoric animals. His works have been

reproduced in many books and are currently on

display at several major museums in the United States."

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

I mentioned in an earlier post Sunday, November 13, 2011

how much I loved dinosaurs as a child,and this interest in dinosaurs,

early mammals, and early man has never really disappeared. Knight and

Zdenek Burian (I posted several photos from his work on my poetry

site for a poem called Lost Things,Friday, January 21, 2011) created

the images that fed the  wonderful world of my childhood imagination

( too late I realize I have to thank my parents for supporting this interest )

and played an important part in my first career in Archaeology

( great memories but no money there ).

by J . Augusta illustrated by (the great) Zdenek Burian

So this was a great present. I have quickly scanned the book

and found a wealth of information on Knight's career and the

many struggles he had to present his version of the past through

his murals and sculptures. The new information that

we have received on dinosaurs in the past few years, especially

the many finds in China mean the images shown in my books

and my beloved collection of Papo dinosaurs could well be wrong

and that Tyrannous may look more like a Secretary bird than

a Monitor lizard. But truth be told it is the images of Knight and Burian

that still roam the Jurassic plains of my imagination or peek out

of the stories of Ray Bradbury, the films of Ray Harryhausen

roaring defiance down  through the years.

Figures from the Bronx Zoo

Papo Dinosaurs

 "Out of the debris of dying stars,
   this rain of particles
   that waters the waste with brightness...

   The sea-wave of atoms hurrying home,
   collapse of the giant,
   unstable guest who cannot stay..."

                                                        Little Cosmic Dust Storm

                                                     John Hanies

Our house decorating stalled by colds, which have

also left us house bound I was reduced to watching  nature

out my window. As is often the case a White-Tailed Jackrabbit

rested under the spruce. It decided to give us a hand with

the spring cleanup. The pictures taken thru our window seem a

bit fuzzy I still need to get my camera looked at.

“Every spirit builds itself a house; and beyond its house, a world;

and beyond its world a heaven. Know then, that the world exists

for you: build, therefore, your own world.” 

 

                                                                    Nature 

                                                                         Emerson
 

"For all men live by truth and stand in need of expression"

                                  The Poet

                                           Emerson

"The Universe is the externalization of the soul"

                               The Poet

                                        Emerson

"But man postpones or remembers; he does not live

in the present, but with reverted eye laments the past,

or, heedless of the riches that surround him,

stands on tiptoe to foresee the future. He cannot be

happy and strong until he too lives with nature in

the present, above time."

                             Self-Reliance

                                      Emerson

As part of my job the last few years I am required to travel

to our other location. Nothing onerous I travel by bus and

spend on average of one night a month in a commercial hotel.

I did learn that a lot of the people staying there seem to spend

part of each week away from home so I am quite lucky. It did

however focus my attention on the area around the hotel. All

cities seem to secrete these rings of car lots, train tracks,

outlet malls, lots full of satellite dishes, sandwiched between

fast food restaurants, propane tanks and of course hotels

and motels for the weary traveller.  I have not seen them

celebrated a lot in literature but I have not looked

Alain de Botton mentions these areas in some of

his books like "The Pleasures and Sorrows of Work" and

"The Art of Travel" but his books leave me unsatisfied.

J.G.Ballard whose early science fiction themed work I love

wrote a number of later dystopian novels set in high rises,

traffic islands, malls etc. and despite the fact I rarely finished

these novels I often think of them when I confront this landscape.

It is hard to take any great stand against these areas they are

part of every city and a necessity it seems to a way of life that

allows many of us to enjoy a greatly expanded life expectancy,

modern medicine, ample food, great leisure activities travel,

security etc.

However their growth strikes me as predicated only on

expediency, economy and convenience. They owe nothing

to grace or charm or beauty or the human spirit. No one

sleeps there but the displaced.

While on the trip I mentioned in my earlier post

we got up early to take the dogs out and I

photographed the area around our perfectly nice hotel. 

At least there was one familiar face and having the

whole family there made it much friendlier.

"I knew I'd have to face my aging

and my death, but not

the death of forests, not of oceans, not the air:"

Mountain Ash without Cedar Waxwings

Robert Pack

"I feel as empty as my mountain ash

without the cedar waxwing here,

I feel the loss, wide as out universe,

of everything that I hold dear?"

Mountain Ash without Cedar Waxwings

Robert Pack

"I believe in my own obsessions, in the beauty of the car crash,

in the peace of the submerged forest, in the excitements of

the deserted holiday beach, in the elegance of automobile

graveyards, in the mystery of multi-storey car parks,

in the poetry of abandoned hotels."

                     What I believe

                               J.G. Ballard

Perhaps some balance would be nice.

Friday I had to visit one of our locations in

central Alberta so we decided that the entire family

minus the cat would drive up Friday ( mostly Helen )

stay in a hotel overnight and wander home Saturday

visiting a couple of birding spots on the way. This

would give us an idea of how the dogs travel. This trip

 is about 4.5 hours the trip to the cabin about 8 hours.

The dogs were not happy about hours in their new

kennel and Shaun was paranoid about a night

in the hotel, he gets that from me but they did fine.

However it is still winter here so birding consisted

of magpies, crows and skeins of returning geese.

Out first stop was Beaverhill Lake. We never found the

actual observatory but we did find the lake.

"This natural area is internationally recognized for its wetlands

& diverse bird populations - more than 270 bird species have

been reported, with 145 known to breed locally. Beaverhill Lake

was designated a RAMSAR site (wetland of international significance)

 in 1987. The two-day Beaverhill Lake Snow Goose Festival attracts

6000 people to the site annually."

Government of Alberta

http://www.albertaparks.ca/siteinformation.aspx?id=436

Beaverhill Lake has dried over the years and is now more

wetland than  lake. As such these photos are pretty

typically of a prairie wetland in the winter.

Next we decided to stop at the

Miquelon Lake Provincial Park

"Miquelon Lake is at the south end

of the Cooking Lake Moraine. The park is

dominated by trembling aspen, balsam poplar

& white spruce forests."

Government of Alberta

http://www.albertaparks.ca/siteinformation.aspx?id=81

Despite numerous maps and mapbooks

we did not find that either. We did find a

nice spot to stop (dogs) along a gravel

road. There was still a fair bit of snow once

you got off the highway into the trees and no
visible birds. It is still winter here. Then

"Home again, home again, jiggety-jog;"

Mother Goose

"Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,

are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

the world offers itself to your imagination,

calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting 

over and over announcing your place

in the family of things."

Wild Geese

Mary Oliver

We have been busy around the house,

moving furniture so we can paint, visiting

hardware stores and painting so I have not

taken many pictures. I took these shots of

the streetlight in front of the house March 3rd

when we got a bit of snow over night.

"Are you sleeping now?
It's midnight in Missoula
Where the Black Hills know your name
Is the snow piled high around your window frame?
Is there enough frost left to write our names upon the pane?"

Midnight in Missoula

Lyrics as performed by Nanci Griffith

"Oh my fair North Star
I have held to you dearly
I have asked you to steer me
Til one cloud scattered night
I got lost in my travels
I met Leo the Lion
Met a king and met a giant, with their errant knight"

Lyrics Mercy of the Fallen

as performed by Dar Williams

The next day I managed a few shots in the

backyard. The snow was mostly gone today.

  

"So I rode my one-eyed mare across the tundra
As soon as I was old enough to go
There were dangers that befell the ones who wandered
But the fern moss just looked pretty in the snow"

Lyrics New Siberia

As performed by Antje Duvekot

Earlier I posted photos of my wife's family farm

in Saskatchewan and also photos of the cabin we

have been building on 80 acres we purchased to use

during our retirement. One thing we had planned to do

was set up trail cameras to observe the wildlife.

Brian my wife's younger brother, (who with her older

brother Ralph did most of the work on the cabin often

under unpleasant conditions, building a tin roof during a heat

wave  while sick comes to mind, Thanks Guys), set up some trail

cameras this year and was kind enough to share the fruits of his

labour. I am not sure which part of the farm the cameras were

stationed on but all the land on the farm including ours is

fairly similar, Aspen Parkland, a northern extension of the

Great Plains prairie ecosystem which forms a large part

of western Canada and the United States. I really recommend

Candace Savage's  Prairie: A Natural History for an

introduction to the topic.

My wife and I met while working in archaeology. One of

the most challenging but also one of the most rewarding

aspects of this was you spent a lot of the summer outside in tents

often in isolated rural areas. The exposure to nature, through

the weather, the plants and the animals reinforced our desire

to be able to spend time outside the city gardening, watching

the seasons, getting to know the birds, the insects and reptiles (me)

watching the stars ( Helen and me ) and generally enjoying the

wildlife. The farm is perfect for this because the types of wildlife

actually appear to be increasing the usual deer, beaver, coyotes,

porcupine,skunks and occasional elk  now share their habitat with

wolves and moose which had not been seen for years. It appears that

mountain lions have also moved into the area in the last few years.

While retirement is some years away we had been consulting with

a financial planner and she mentioned that many people had trouble

with boredom. We looked at her and said we did not think that will

be a problem. And I don't think it will, be but if it is we can always

take a few minutes and talk to the neighbours.

"But the moon carved unknown totems
out of the lakeshore
owls in the beardusky woods derided him
moosehorned cedars circled his swamps and tossed
their antlers up to the stars"

              Bushed

                             Earle Birney

                                          "How long did those

       three deer stand pondering, the dark, bowing to taste

the least brown grasses, the cold-burnt rosehips"

           

                                                                  The Deer

                                                                       David Baker

" Now do U understand what heaven is

it is the surround of the living"

                                             The Changing Light at Sandover

                                                          James Merrill

Thanks Again Brian