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
Betraying neither mist nor blood; The voice is mist that made us cry The California quail are paired up—at least here in San Diego At least the two birds I saw today I’ve written that before, haven’t I? I’m afraid I’ve started repeating myself—that whatever forward momentum I might have had has vanished. I’m very tired. I feel as though I’ve let some sort of faceless multitude down by not learning more—by not publishing more, … 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