Where the tops of the trees overtake I’ve written by splitting ecologists arbitratrily (but not capriciously) posit the beginning though inside I’m conceptual a concept–and all of my energy is yearning towards synthesis. Like these diaries but Look! A quail. and the sea I’m splitting—I’ve split. There’s nothing this world wants in terms of bringing things together. It’s all in the compartments But look! These were from a month ago or so—one quail in the … Continue reading
during the rainy season…the tropical deciduous forest becomes a steaming jungle, a nearly impenetrable wall of a hundred different shades of green What would you do to capture green? We drove from Alamos to Tucson on Saturday. I was pretty exhausted and, I will tell you honestly though it embarrasses me, I cried through the first part of the trip. My students insisted on giving me a break (I was reluctant to release control of … Continue reading
How you landed here, Pitcairned How I came to be here. How I came, marooned amongst flapping wings and kicking; how I came to be, the tiny gnats landing in my ears, clambering up my nose. How I came, with the warm humid air, the pink in the clouds, the suddenness of the green. Startling green. This is another one you must learn to pick up: How I came. And now here. And soon gone … Continue reading