"Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better." Albert Einstein, American physicist (1879-1955)
Monday, October 31, 2011
FIELD NOTES: Trick or treat...
...has pretty much been the theme of the entire year, but it is especially true after this record-breaking weekend. Our class jack-o-lantern expresses my feelings accurately enough! Throughout the afternoon and night, continual cracking and thudding kept me on alert and indoors. It was nature's battle and all we humans could do was take cover. It sounded like a snowball fight on the roof...or ammo...trees fell like soldiers being hit...one after another. I appreciate my lessons from nature...this one demonstrated the power of small things in large numbers...think of each leaf catching wet, heavy snow and multiply that by hundreds...thousands...there aren't usually leaves on the trees when we get 15" of snow (needled trees have the better design for this)...it pressed me to think further...a penny, a pushup, an Occupier on Wall Street...none represent much by themselves...neither do votes...except when you add them all up, which may be the hardest part of all...
Lucky..
...not so lucky.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
FIELD NOTES: Now that it is long past, I can write about it...
…the month of August that is. It is not the Ides of March the soothsayer warns to me, but the Ides of August!...and perhaps the Kalends and the Nones of August as well. I do not approach its advent with predictions of calamity like a horoscope, omen or phase of the moon…I am naturally optimistic and hopelessly hopeful…but yet it comes. What used to be a month full of weddings, births, a summer fling squeezed out before going back to school, is now pock-marked with deaths of friends, parents, emergencies and the destruction of property from hurricanes and floods. But I cannot stay angry long at nature. It is human nature that assigns to us our curses.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
FIELD NOTES: Check out these Celebrity tomatoes!
I finally grew some big tomatoes! What a satisfying reward after blizzard, tornado, earthquake and hurricane! DELICIOUS!
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
FIELD NOTES: Life's still a beach...
...Is this the old idea that you only notice more red cars on the road after you buy a red car? Is there more news about beaches lately...or do I just have beaches on my mind? I don't think it really matters...being aware, being engaged, is what perpetuates the things that really matter to you...the things you love...
NYT BOOKS ON SCIENCE: Shorelines, Sandy or Otherwise, That May Not Last
NYT BOOKS ON SCIENCE: Shorelines, Sandy or Otherwise, That May Not Last
Thursday, August 11, 2011
FIELD NOTES: In a way...the beach still lingers...
...a week later....still in my mind...how on the way down, I noticed interesting little shops & stops...how on the way back, I didn't need to stop anywhere...because I still remember how it felt to have everything I needed...with me...in a way...
DONATE to drowning victim Rocky Daddio
DONATE to drowning victim Rocky Daddio
Thursday, August 4, 2011
FIELD NOTES: It wasn't just a day at the beach....
...I haven’t been to this sort of beach in a very long time…so, like someone who doesn’t know when they are thirsty, I begin to drink…the moment I open the door from the air-conditioned car, I smell the Sound...I smell the coconut of sun lotion…I turn my face to the Long Island breeze as if there are Sirens haunting Charles Island…and if I were not so sane and responsible, I might have just wandered off, leaving the car door agape, my bag spilling out…but my intent is to use a good summer’s day to cleverly study for my Child Development Psychology test...in relaxation...good for my concentration...motivation…I used to do this in a different age…the time travel makes me smile…reflexively…how old am I?...if you ask me, I will have to think about it…on my right a young couple spoons under an umbrella, behind me three college girls chat with immediacy, to my left a large extended family sets up: squeezing-squealing- settling down…and down in front are boys and girls and babies in the surf….each time has its beauty, each time overlaps in this one place…the beach…
See this post in poetry form: Silver Sands
PLEASE OBEY THE BEACH SIGNS!
See this post in poetry form: Silver Sands
PLEASE OBEY THE BEACH SIGNS!
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