I'm having returning waves of nausea after accidentally allowing malevolent rays in through the closed drapes I had hoped would quarantine me from bizarro world. By way of a chink in the blinks came recent news items belching details of the ongoing stranger-than-fiction conversion to the post-truth world, where enemies of the environment control the EPA, friends of the 1% control budget and economics, and friends of the NRA and fans of war control the Defense Department, and so on and so on. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the seasons … Continue Reading ››
"You can't plant a forest." This was one the things spoken by poet WS Merwin in last night's final SustainFloyd Movie Night at the Floyd Country Store. The poignancy of the short, simple statement might have escaped notice by some, even in the audience of Floyd's more-than-average eco-aware. Those words carried a personal message for me, hearing yesterday in the near distance the two-hundredth mature hardwood crack when the felling notch was complete. They topple crackling through the broken branches of collateral-damage standers-by, falling, one and then another, … Continue Reading ››
Our prescription for an easy fire is this: just toss a couple of cones under the kindling. Then, if you must, use a match. But if you have time, wait for the resin to ignite from last night's coals. It has been a good year for the pines on Goose Creek. Not only have they produced a copious supply of cones (and the released seeds our chickens forage for under them) but good for us--the woody "leaves" of the cone this year are heavy with highly-flammable resin. We have, next to the kindling … Continue Reading ››
They are never duplicitous or deceitful. They are not envious of more powerful or attractive members of their group nor do they seek more creature comforts than is their hardwired destiny. They may stink or sting, buzz and bump their wee-brained heads against the ceiling or windowpane and die to leave their moldy carcasses in the dark corners of our lives. But they never run for office. This particular specimen offered itself for portraiture at the edge of a Floyd Country Store window this week. It is commonly called a "wheel bug"--a true bug of … Continue Reading ››
Structure--even frail and fragile and failing structure--seems preferable to sudden and complete disorder. The center does not hold. The old logic is suddenly devoid of common understanding. Change for its own sake yields a horrible tsunami of ambiguity and chaos where we could once see our way to the next thing. I'm staring at this sun-through-the-pines image from a rest stop somewhere in Kentucky on Sunday, looking for what it might say to me in yet another hour of traction-less spinning in the sand of current events. And I think about a conversation last … Continue Reading ››
Towards the end of writing elsewhere about the start of the writing habit--and later, the shift toward writing from, for and about nature--I've been revisiting the earliest days of the blog via the Wayback Machine. So don't say you weren't warned that I might more inclined to excerpt from the history of Fragments than to add new posts while I'm working (with more discipline than usual) on material for "One Place Understood." I will, however, try to connect old posts to new images--like this one--of very few--taken from the east side of … Continue Reading ››
Some day I'll post my bigger-picture thoughts that come from this image taken after rock-hopping across Nameless Creek yesterday. Today, there's time for only the image I'm afraid. Off to have a short session in town along with other SustainFloyd board members with Anthony Flaccavento and then the book signing and speaking event with Anthony at Floyd Ecovillage tonight. Dinner (free) at 6 and program begins at 7. Gotta go.