Sunday, June 18, 2017

“A man is a very small thing, and the night is very large and 
full of wonders.” 

by Lord Dunsany

We had a bat in the cabin so the mouse related cleaning has 
expanded. Trips to the dump, nailing of boards, caulking,
reorganizing, plastic bins….,

 We brought the canoe over from the farm today so 
hopefully we can get out on the slough this week.

This Red Necked Grebe has nested on the far side of the 
slough directly across from the cabin.

We have had several days of rain for a couple of inches so far.

This family of Canadian Geese are also nesting on the slough, 
this is only the second year we have had geese here. 

The other night the beavers alerted us, with much slapping of tails,
to several deer on the far side of the slough. After several years
of only seeing a couple of deer for an entire summer it looks
like the population has rebounded.

We have also not see the bear or any of it's scat so far.

We have only see one garter snake in two weeks, normally we
would see multiple snakes each time we walked the dogs. It is
interesting to observe how the animal populations seem to 
fluctuate from year to year.

“Then I perceived, what I had never thought, that all these staring 
houses were not alike, but different one from another, 
because they held different dreams.” 

from A Dreamer's Tales
by Lord Dunsany

Friday, June 9, 2017

   We got to the cabin Monday. About five trees were down on the lane, so we had to get my brother-in-law to come by with his chainsaw. Had mice in the cabin for the first time. So lots of laundry to do, they picked my sock/underwear drawer for their nest. It looks like they all suicided in the bucket under the bathroom sink. About 4 or 5 but it was a pretty disgusting mess so I did not look too close. 

   A squirrel also started a nest inside by the kitchen door but he moved out when we got here, I don't think he was there long but we need a new pest proof door. My wife is duking it out with another squirrel in the outhouse, I may sprinkle some black pepper to drive it out of there, that normally works. 

   Another first, we have tent caterpillars in large numbers. Not close to the cabin yet but the trees around the slough are grey. We do have some nice orioles around the cabin, also coyotes yipping at night but I can no longer hear them. I can hear the grouse that are really drumming in the evening. 

   The beaver cannot chatter at me from the trees like the displaced Red Squirrels, but in the evening they circle in the slough below the cabin and slap their tails on the water to mock me.

(Week 1)

Hit the road Jack, and don't you come back, no more, no more..,

"He took then to waiting
till the night smoke rose from the boil of the sunset

But the moon carved unknown totems

out of the lakeshore
owls in the beardusky woods derided him
moosehorned cedars circled his swamps and tossed
their antlers up to the stars
Then he knew though the mountain slept, the winds
were shaping its peak to an arrowhead
But by now he could only
bar himself in and wait
for the great flint to come singing into his heart"

from Bushed

by Earle Birney

Friday, June 2, 2017

But if we have the luxury of true mental freedom, there are larger concerns to be found. Look at the sky. Does space go on forever, to infinity? Or is it finite but without boundary or edge, like the surface of a sphere? Either answer is disturbing, and unfathomable. Where did we come from? We can follow the lives of our parents and grandparents and their parents backward in time, back and back through the generations, until we come to some ancestor ten thousand years in the past whose DNA remains in our body. We can follow the chain of being even further back in time to the first humans, and the first primates, and the one-celled amoebas swimming about in the primordial seas, and the formation of the atmosphere, and the slow condensation of gases to create Earth. It all happened, whether we think about it or not. We quickly realize how limited we are in our experience of the world. What we see and feel with our bodies, caught midway between atoms and galaxies, is but a small swath of the spectrum, a sliver of reality.

from What Came Before the Big Bang?
The physics and metaphysics of the creation of the universe
Harpers Magazine Jan 2016, 

by Alan Lightman

Thursday, June 1, 2017

"In our short century or less, we generally aim to create a comfortable existence within the tiny rooms of our lives."

from What Came Before the Big Bang?
The physics and metaphysics of the creation of the universe
Harpers Magazine Jan 2016, 
by Alan Lightman

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

"Bow down: I am the emperor of dreams;
I crown me with the million-colored sun
Of secret worlds incredible, and take 
Their trailing skies for vestment when I soar,
Throned on the mounting zenith, and illume 
The spaceward-flown horizons infinite. 
Like rampant monsters roaring for their glut," 

from The Hashish Eater -Or- The Apocalypse Of Evil -
by Clark Aston Smith

Saturday, May 27, 2017

Someone had a bad winter, 
someone else had a good walk.

"the walk liberating, I was released from forms,   
from the perpendiculars,
      straight lines, blocks, boxes, binds
of thought
into the hues, shadings, rises, flowing bends and blends   
               of sight:"

from Corsons Inlet
By A.R. Ammons

Thursday, May 25, 2017

“how futile is man's poor, weak imagination 
by comparison with Nature's incredible genius.” 

from At The Earth's Core