At midnight silence beckoned. It told that snow had fallen. I rose to stand listening, fingertips pressed together at a windowsill alter. Creeks flow, hushed and reverent. In a vast forest the size of cities, she and I are the only human souls that hour in a sea of unbroken indigo. Ours, the only breathings, our dreams alone hover over an immaculate complexion of winter. Be still, and know... Amazing grace.
I sat on the love seat watching the fire burn down, sat there much longer than the usual wait to close down the draft just so and get on about my work. My work. I sat there in the flickering dark because I understood so well that I don't understand so well anymore just what my work is or ought to be. So I sat there a little longer, trying to put that feeling into words--the better if there was one word that would wrap that complex state into a single breath. Or not. It is not really that important to make … Continue Reading ››
Continued from Part III The time-lapse episode I remember most vividly involved the delightful horror of watching a perfectly lovely bowl of fruit shrivel, go gray with mold and turn finally to a black liquid--a natural, everyday process of decay that took many hours, compressed into a twenty-second insight into the end of things. About that time (maybe 1960?) in Look or Life or one of those glossy oversized magazines, I was smitten … Continue Reading ››
The first time-lapse segment I saw on Disneyland was the closest thing to magic I had ever experienced. Normally slow-changing objects or scenes were filmed over hours or days or even weeks with an umoving camera to reveal glacially-slow and otherwise imperceptible changes of form or color. This was not Disney's animation work but that of nature itself. This was real and true just outside my door--a state of flux and motion happening every … Continue Reading ››
I am a child of the age of Disneyland, and my brain's view of time was permanently altered by what I saw there for the first time. Sunday nights, home in front of the round-screen television set (the size of a major appliance), my favorite Disney programs--the nature specials--looked at the planet's places and animals. There were creatures and parts of the … Continue Reading ››
The only similar feeling of horror and sadness and disbelief that I feel this morning was when Ronald Reagan won in 1980. Reagan was an actor, a pretender and an environmental despot who vowed to turn back a decade of gains since the first Earth Day--hard-won victories brought about largely by America's young people, to ensure the health of the planet’s air and water, forest and fisheries that … Continue Reading ››