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A sense of community
Posted on Dec 3, 2009 by jason.
The spirit of every naturalist harbors a common interest in the world not made by man, the world built by nature upon the foundation of the cosmos. Just as every atom and every molecule sees within itself the building blocks of the universe, and just as every living thing on this planet sees within itself traces of a single common ancestor from which we evolved, so too does every naturalist have within them a singular awe of nature’s abilities, a shared sense of passion for what nature provides, an inherent drive to discover and appreciate the handiwork of Earth, and an unfaltering will to protect what little of nature is left so future generations face something more than a lifeless, barren landscape.
For bloggers, this naturalist ribbon links one to the other and gives rise to community. Part of that community lives in blog carnivals, regular celebrations of nature in its many forms. Over the next several months I will host several of these carnivals, and I am working with Amber of Birder’s Lounge to launch a new blog carnival in an area of nature that we think deserves more attention.
Many moons ago I posted regular carnival roundups that linked to all the recent celebrations of nature. I even participated in more than a few of them. Then life fell on me, other obligations took center stage, and I stopped following them, let alone linking to them. My growing desire to share nature with others has reversed that trend.
So beginning now I will return to my habit of posting a weekly summary of the blog carnivals I feel are worthy of mention. Should there be none for a particular week, well, it seems obvious there will be no such post. And to kick things off, here are the recent carnivals of interest:
- Friday Ark #272 (as always, this carnival grows throughout the weekend)
More than worth your time, whether you’re only interested in eye candy or science or art or discovery or simply getting out of the house virtually by visiting places near and far and seeing through the eyes of others, these nature parties circle the globe and cover the world in ways you can scarcely imagine.
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I will be hosting I and the Bird on December 17. (If you know why that date is important to me, please don’t say so publicly lest you spoil the theme of the carnival.) Following that, I will host Festival of the Trees on January 1, 2010, The Moth and Me on March 15, 2010, and Circus of the Spineless on April 1, 2010. Should our plans work the way we hope they do, Amber and I will conspire to launch a new blog carnival in January, after which I will host that one as well (perhaps in February or March), though the first edition will be a joint venture hosted at the carnival’s home site.
When I told The Kids we would host I and the Bird in a few weeks, I suddenly found myself surrounded by a common visage.
Though that shows only Vazra, that same look of intent interest is duplicated on five other feline faces, each of whom wants to welcome the incoming birds with open claws jaws paws. But since they’re inside cats, they’ll have to be satisfied with looking at the pictures instead.
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Little Terrorist
Posted on Oct 16, 2009 by jason.
Don’t let the innocent face fool you…
al-Zill might look sweet and cuddly, and knowing he has brain damage from a pre-rescue coyote attack might lull one into a false sense of pity, but he’s a little terrorist.
Sure, he’ll lie in my lap and look tender and adorable, but then he’ll turn around and bite me for no reason.
Sure, he’ll stand and groom one of his siblings with all the affection he can muster, but then he’ll lean back and smack ‘em upside the head just when they’re thinking the world couldn’t get any better.
Sure, he’ll give kisses for just about any reason, but then he’ll keep giving them until he’s worn the tissue down to the bone.
Sure, he’ll sit by my feet and soak up all the petting he can get, but then he’ll randomly bite a toe or sink his claws into my ankle.
Sure, he’ll curl up under the covers with me when it’s time to go to bed, but then he’ll attack me the first time I move.
Sure, he’ll dash to the water and food bowls so he can sit beside one of the other cats while they eat or drink, but then he’ll pounce on them once their head is down.
Sure, he’ll go to sleep nearby, but then he’ll suddenly attack me or one of the other cats and send all of us careening out of bed.
Sure, he’s a little terrorist. And I love him just the way he is.
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the ghost of you whispers
Posted on Sep 18, 2009 by jason.
scarcely of the twilight in summer’s breath
you walk unmoving above nowhere
and I, hardly the old youth of your gaze,
see the sound of autumn’s valley
where you do not stand
over the brow of winter’s hill
silence brightly listens for the scent of your voice,
when your vanishes enormously sing alone
—yet only as perfection is alone
in beginnings end the blossoms of wishes
while endings writhe in withering leaves,
so blooms dying darkly rest upon lonely nights
afar off in unfelt thoughts not forgotten
toward us the ghost of you whispers
[for and of Larenti, whose absence weighs heavily on me today for reasons I cannot explain, an old wound freshly torn open]
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Eyes in the dark
Posted on Sep 11, 2009 by jason.
All I want to do is change the lens on the camera. I pull off the 400mm telephoto lens, set the camera body in my lap, retrieve the smallest lens and put it on the camera.
Meanwhile, Vazra has taken station in front of the fireplace where he sits atop a box of computer supplies I temporarily pulled from its hiding place. He watches me closely waiting for me to notice him and give him what he wants: some attention.
So I slip the smaller lens onto the camera, twist it into the bayonet mount until it locks into place, set the camera back in my lap and pin it down with my hand while I put the telephoto lens in its carrying case.
That’s when the shutter snaps. Oops, I left the camera turned on…
I can’t imagine ever capturing a better mistake. That the camera was level is miracle enough, but that it focused on Vazra and had settings adequate to capture his visage in a dark room surprised the bejeesus out of me.
Maybe I should try this technique more often.
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