Listen

I was thinking about eye candy the other day. I was out paddling in a marsh on the edge of my local lake and felt the urge to take a picture. That’s how we’ve come to react to the world around us these days.. snap a shot, tweet a tweet… I feel it all the time myself! Thing is, the only thing I had on me was my iPhone. Still, maybe I could get something. I carefully took it out of the drybag and took a few pics.. You definitely need to be creative with an iPhone since it’s picture quality is pretty well, not so good. But as I looked around at the world I wanted to capture, I realized there was nothing much to look at. Visually it was nothing but tall grass and some fallen trees. Nothing striking or really all that interesting. That urge I felt to capture the image, was simply my mind misreading a sensual que. It took a moment to sort out. What made the spot so note-worthy at that very moment wasn’t what I was seeing at all. It was the sounds. Continue reading
Name That Green

Can you name this plant?
You would’nt think it but even our little mountains are high enough to have snow stick on the very tops and yet everywhere else it’s rain.
Out hiking the last week or so I’ve noticed the early spring plants are starting to push up through the thick leaves covering the forest floor. Even a couple trees are starting to put out their leaves as we march toward May. So today lets see if you ever get off the water. Can you name these early spring risers? Call the image above No. 1. Continue reading



Jack, do you never sleep — does the green still run deep in your heart?
Or will these changing times, motorways, powerlines,
keep us apart?
Well, I don’t think so —
I saw some grass growing through the pavements today.
Tull
Today on my Skillet Creek Journal I’m contemplating nature’s end. Sometimes I when we ride the train we spend so much time involved in looking out the window, complaining about the food, and reading the newspaper that we never actually consider that the ride will soon end. I think this is why conservation is both a hopeless endeavor, and yet an important act of desperation. Sea kayakers are lucky in a sense. No matter how many humans we fill the land with there should always be oceans and wind to create waves. Even if all the sea life is long dead.