Notes from the Porkies 2
“The shallow-minded modern who has lost his rootage in the land assumes that he has already discovered what is important; it is such who prate of empires, political or economic, that will last a thousand years. It is only the scholar who appreciates that all history consists of successive excursions from a single starting point,... Continue Reading →
Fall is here…and I’m slathered in deadlines…
For the few of you who are actively following, here are some pictures from my favorite spot by Salt Creek Woods. I've been going out regularly, and I have a number of pictures and thoughts that I need to share, but all my time is being eaten by some other commitments. I hope you like... Continue Reading →
Salt Creek Prairie 8:15/60°/Wind-East
Sitting still in the middle of the field. One tree South of me making a racket, letting the world know that there's a breeze blowing. A million leaves flapping in unison. The grasses and flowers are going to seed, covered in dew, sparkling and billowing. What few clouds move quickly along and the sun shines... Continue Reading →
on dragonflies, a carcass, and beavers
There be beavers in Salt Creek. He found evidence as he was ambling along this past Saturday. Downed trees and stumps chewed to a fine and tapered point. Another tree, still standing, which was a work in progress. Where they make their home is anybody's guess. He didn't see a lodge, but he didn't spend... Continue Reading →
sittinginthewoods 