Monday, June 6th, 2022
The haunting sounds of a Greater Prairie-Chicken lek echoing across the prairie (sound on)
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The haunting sounds of a Greater Prairie-Chicken lek echoing across the prairie (sound on)
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Check out my illustration in this month’s issue of The Wildlife Professional! This was done for an essay by Bob Wilkerson and Rodney Siegel which discusses the absolutely crucial role that giant sequoias play in the lives of wildlife – including providing nest sites for the endangered California Condor.
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Tonight’s warm sunset.
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Dawn in the Redwoods of Northern California – untouched photo –by
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by Mary Oliver
What is so utterly invisible
as tomorrow?
Not love,
not the wind,
not the inside of a stone.
Not anything.
And yet, how often I’m fooled–
I’m wading along
in the sunlight–
and I’m sure I can see the fields and the ponds shining
days ahead–
I can see the light spilling
like a shower of meteors
into next week’s trees,
and I plan to be there soon–
and, so far, I am
just that lucky,
my legs splashing
over the edge of darkness,
my heart on fire.
I don’t know where
such certainty comes from–
the brave flesh
or the theater of the mind–
but if I had to guess
I would say that only
what the soul is supposed to be
could send us forth
with such cheer
as even the leaf must wear
as it unfurls
its fragrant body, and shines
against the hard possibility of stoppage–
which, day after day,
before such brisk, corpuscular belief,
shudders, and gives way.
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See more landscape photography.
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Sense and Sensibility (1995)
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Morning along the Bushkill.
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Once there were brook trouts in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.
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Fleeting dream, vanishing.
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Crazy sunglasses, Japan, 1966
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The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension (1984) dir. by W. D. Richter
The dao of Buckaroo.
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Art by Geoff Hunt marine and cover artist. Best known for his C.S. Forester’s “Hornblower” and Patrick O’ Brian’s “Aubrey/Maturin” series covers.
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