So I may have mentioned (and perhaps one reader noticed) that I am accumulating draft pieces toward a third book if all goes well. (All never goes well, sometimes something does, OTOH, and I’ll take it.)
The working title changes from time to time. Currently is stands as “One Place Understood: Field Notes from Earth.”
The title comes from a Eudora Welty quote I have taken on as a writing mission statement. The southern writer tells us “One place understood helps us know all places better.”
And so the hoped-for forty or so pieces of the would-be book offer some personal reflections on knowing my one place—the geography, geology, human and natural resources and relationships within which I am an embedded writer. The sum total of all this I speak of as a “personal ecology.”
So since I have to get back to the writing (after a short break in the cool of the morning to pick blackberries) I will send you to Medium, should there be one among you web butterflies not prone to sipping quickly and moving on. This is a fifteen minute read and it is a first draft, due for revision(s) You can go there and just look at the pictures. I know you’re a busy browser and probably have to get back before you suffer Facebook withdrawal syndrome.
This story begins in 1981 and tells the stories of my relationship to water over the course of my adult life. And as will be the case with most if not all of the bits of the book, it moves from this water out my window, with a nod to all our water on the Water Planet.