Gorgeous and thank you: But the final act, where nature restores the balance we fail to maintain, seems to have been written long ago. We dream it out loud in our end of the world movies, which pretend to be warnings but read more like yearnings. If we play the long game well, we might even be able to conjure a future where we get to live in an authentically green world, without having to give up the gifts of the gods that let us burn and build our way to this dangerous juncture.
thank you, once again. i can't help but see those clusters in every tree being the future human adaptations to the coming destruction, challenging us to repurpose creatively for our survival
Another great article. I simultaneously laughed and had a moment of sheer melancholia over Tesla's tree preservation program. I'm finding the field notes an invaluable companion to your book. Thank you!
I recently noticed another couple of great blue heron nests in the tall trees near the rope swing across from Secret Beach recently, not the same ones near the Broken Neck foundation ruin. Perhaps they've been there a long time and I just noticed them because of the sparse leaf cover. I've been looking forward to you writing about eBird. That ap has really changed my life. I feel funny, looking back at all those walks I've taken in the past, unaware how many birds are in the trees and foliage around me. When you see that the ap has heard them, you look harder and see more. Re Hornsby, I go there every few weeks and on my last outing, I too was shocked, like a gut punch, by the brutality of the Tesla expansion. It's so grotesque it makes my brain numb. I'll watch the Broken Neck clip later... wish I had known about Fernando's book party. Sorry I missed it.
Thank you thank you thank you. As a filmmaker working for a dear friend on her film about rewilding, this lands like another screenplay in my Sunday morning brain.
PS I have to say that Margaret Renkl has become one of my favorite writers. Wait a minute, maybe I've already said that. My recent cardinal painting was inspired by her recent column on the situation we are facing at the beginning of the second quarter of the 21st century, a chilly and chilling beginning of the year. Actually, it was more than inspiration I took; I sort of copied the photo that accompanied her op-ed. The male cardinal in the photo is perched in a bare tree and the background through the branches is either snow or a whited-out atmosphere, and the cardinal's crest is completely flat, "crest-fallen," as one of my art salon colleagues remarked. I couldn't let my cardinal go in such a symbolically repressed state, so I gave him a sort of half-mast crest.
Gorgeous and thank you: But the final act, where nature restores the balance we fail to maintain, seems to have been written long ago. We dream it out loud in our end of the world movies, which pretend to be warnings but read more like yearnings. If we play the long game well, we might even be able to conjure a future where we get to live in an authentically green world, without having to give up the gifts of the gods that let us burn and build our way to this dangerous juncture.
Thank you for reading 🙏
thank you, once again. i can't help but see those clusters in every tree being the future human adaptations to the coming destruction, challenging us to repurpose creatively for our survival
Thank you 🙏
Another great article. I simultaneously laughed and had a moment of sheer melancholia over Tesla's tree preservation program. I'm finding the field notes an invaluable companion to your book. Thank you!
Thank you! 🙏
I recently noticed another couple of great blue heron nests in the tall trees near the rope swing across from Secret Beach recently, not the same ones near the Broken Neck foundation ruin. Perhaps they've been there a long time and I just noticed them because of the sparse leaf cover. I've been looking forward to you writing about eBird. That ap has really changed my life. I feel funny, looking back at all those walks I've taken in the past, unaware how many birds are in the trees and foliage around me. When you see that the ap has heard them, you look harder and see more. Re Hornsby, I go there every few weeks and on my last outing, I too was shocked, like a gut punch, by the brutality of the Tesla expansion. It's so grotesque it makes my brain numb. I'll watch the Broken Neck clip later... wish I had known about Fernando's book party. Sorry I missed it.
Thank you thank you thank you. As a filmmaker working for a dear friend on her film about rewilding, this lands like another screenplay in my Sunday morning brain.
Merlin is great, it's a project of Cornell University. I use it to find what birds to look for when I'm out.
PS I have to say that Margaret Renkl has become one of my favorite writers. Wait a minute, maybe I've already said that. My recent cardinal painting was inspired by her recent column on the situation we are facing at the beginning of the second quarter of the 21st century, a chilly and chilling beginning of the year. Actually, it was more than inspiration I took; I sort of copied the photo that accompanied her op-ed. The male cardinal in the photo is perched in a bare tree and the background through the branches is either snow or a whited-out atmosphere, and the cardinal's crest is completely flat, "crest-fallen," as one of my art salon colleagues remarked. I couldn't let my cardinal go in such a symbolically repressed state, so I gave him a sort of half-mast crest.