Trifolium
Trifolium pratense from White mountains.
Trifolium pratense from White mountains.
“Happy New Year” 🙂
yes, the wishes fill the air.
on the other hand, is’nt this just a marker on the sliding timeline? Sometime lines are based on the activities people involve in, for their bread, for what they reap and celebrate the nature for the same.
Celebrate the season. Celebrate every season. Celebrate the beauty it has given to life. (Somehow like the opening song of the movie ‘Rent’. which asks how do we measure it? Why not measure it in Love? measure in seasons of Love? )
Heard that the ‘development’ has over taken the DondoLe falls and this small beautiful waterfall is just gone and this ‘development’ will over take many more. Along with it, donno what else it will take away, those things which probably did not have a chance to come to see the light of world. And with all that mindlessness!
Seasons come, seasons go. Will the seasons have the same name anymore? what if the winter is just 10hours a year?! “The Future of Ice: A Journey Into Cold” by Gretel Ehrlich is wonderful book asking such questions. Truth is that, one can see it happening now. Or is it as Muir wonders “will this destruction by mankind (being part of nature) bring out a finer beauty like other natural things bring?”
Do I say Happy New Year?
In many ways this well written piece can put you to think and reflect..
Letting Go
by Jeff Johnson, Late Summer 2007
A field report at the patagonia catalog.
Pontederia lanceolata from Everglades.
Worth… probably a little less 🙂
Not good with words! Still wants to call a long line split into multiple words a poem!
Does not know wool socks from cotton, and still complains if the shoe is not Boreal!
Can’t tell diatonic harp from chromatic, still talks of Vivaldi and LS.
Not even good at saying the words, still boasts that choosy about books.
No contact with the heavenly things, still thinks that disbelief is as much of thing of faith as belief.
Takes all the hazy shaky photos and does not forget to call himself a happy clicker! heh!
and somewhere here…
ah… so much more to do! so much more to learn!
there use to be times when I used to hear music from the old philips radio and other systems, ever used to think that the music is just there, like water, like air… it never crossed the mind that there could be some superhumans putting their soul into it.
Things have not changed much since then, even now its just there like all the best things of liff. They are just there and music is just, just everywhere.