Musings of a roaming nature nerd

Archive for June, 2014

Blog posts that should have been written

My friend Leo and I recently decided that we truly had no excuse for being such lazy bloggers and made a pact that we each had to update our respective blogs before the end of this week. Writers block, even for something as simple as a blog that perhaps 10 people read, can be debilitating, so I hope to turn my little pact with Leo into something beautiful, sciencey and a bit more consistent! Wedged in datebooks and field guides and backpacks exist little handwritten lists of topics that peak my curiosity, that I desire more knowledge of, or would like to ponder through written word someday. This may not be pretty but let’s kickstart this summer season by honoring the musings from those little lists.



The natural pace at which we search for ourselves under stones, along winding trails, in the reflections cast from vernal pools, is a walking pace. We may enjoy running, we may need to sit very very still sometimes, we may crave the rush of speed that only comes from 500mph and 30,000ft, but only as we walk can we learn more of how we fit into the natural landscapes of the world. We forget our day-to-day pettiness in the face of immense beauty or terrifying violence and survival. To trek and walk and hike and saunter and explore is to discover our role in the natural history of the planet.





Fire, at just the right moment burns across a landscape and detoxifies, cleanses and rejuvenates. Fire, at just the wrong moment burns across a landscape and sterilizes, destroys and extinguishes hope.





As winter allows us to quiet our lives and gather our strength for spring, snow recycles and replenishes our closed, finite water system. The snow may have been long and steady in many places this past winter but as the climate changes drastically snow now becomes a most beautiful luxury; one hopefully not too soon gone the way of dinosaurs and ivory-bills and people ready to stand for a better world.




Having always considered myself more of a naturalist than a birder (though birds certainly do take center stage in my life now-a-days), I am still ever drawn to my first love, plants. There used to be a time when taking a walk didn’t involve binoculars, it involved books about shrubs and dichotomous keys and a macro-lens for capturing images of sexy male and female parts when the plant wasn’t looking. In honor of naturalist roots…