Tag Nature

Yellow Ribbon Road

Yellow Ribbon Road

Sin Sangre En Mi Cuerpo

sin sangre en mi cuerpo

Those Quiet Lines

Yoda the Screech Owl

Yoda the Screech Owl

(According to the volunteer present, “Yoda” is named for the way he walks rather than his bright green plumage, small size, and cadence when speaking.)

Bubo and Yoda

A Great Horned Owl and a Screech Owl share a brief conversation at dusk.

(”Bubo” is the Great Horned Owl. He calls three times in this recording. Toward the end of the recording, “Yoda” — a rather diminutive Screech Owl — chimes in.)

Under The Moon

…Other smoky voices call.

Autumn’s Road

Autumn's Road

Inhabit The Night

Sing night songs.

The Palace Of Badminton

The Palace Of Badminton

When one is larking around with ideas, the ideas sometimes take their own route to completion.

In my senior year of high school, I played badminton practically every morning before classes. My playing partner was one of the most intelligent people I’ve ever known. I couldn’t hope to equal him at math or science or language (though we were close at the latter). At badminton, however, we were perfectly matched.

Naturally, this meant we had to destroy each other.

We explored various methods — beginning with increasing the speed of return, the height of the net, the number of birdies in play — and escalating into a kind of Calvinball of baroque and convoluted rules which borrowed liberally from soccer and ping pong.

Such a development between skilled, competitive players is inevitable and, once experienced, ruinously addictive. To every pursuit which follows in life, one brings an insatiable desire for the worthy opponent — the singular being who will force you to get better.

Find that person and go start a happy feud.

The Old Windmill

The Old Windmill

Windmills make me happy.