About the Ghost Turtles
150 years after Robert Duncanson painted this luminist scene on the Little Miami River, I stood in the same spot and saw a soft-shelled turtle sunning on a snag. It slipped silently into the water when it heard me. That’s when I knew past is present and destiny, too. That’s when my vision of the Ghost Turtles began. Read more
Ecology of the Senses
Returning to Lake Superior year after year like a migrating loon, I’ve learned the other side of a slow, uncertain process that could be called “going blind.” With the lake as my teacher, I know what lies on the other side. I call it letting go of sight. Read more.Prayer at Big Creek
At the threshold of consciousness, as I slipped back and forth between two worlds, I put my mind in the best place I could imagine, a marsh on Lake Erie called Big Creek. I knew I’d find cranes waiting for me. I cannot say whether I prayed for them, or to them, or with them. The cant of words doesn’t matter. I believe in the still, small voice. I believe what the poet Yehuda Amichai said. Gods come and go. Prayer is eternal. Read moreFreedom to Read
Whenever I hear sanctimonious pronouncements about woke, parental rights, and banning books, I think of Whooping cranes. In my family, the gawky, audacious, elusive and endangered birds are synonymous with our values about the First Amendment and the freedom to read. Read more.Sister, Teacher, Pathfinder
A guidance counselor in high school told my sister Diana, “With your eye problems you will never make it in college. Just forget about it. Get married. Raise a family.” That advice only deepened her determination. She did it all in due time, in her own way –college, marriage, family. She became a guidance counselor herself. She certainly was the most important guide and pathfinder in my life. Read more.Flaneur & Bouquiniste
I remember the book I held in my hands that day. I remember the feel of its time-warped, water-stained pages. I remember its murky, moldy river smell, call it the book’s bouquet, suggesting years of storage on the banks of the Seine. Had I bought it then, I could feel and smell it now and know it from a hundred other books in my library. Read more.R & K: A Rant
Marjorie Taylor Green auditioned for R&K’s Authoritarian It Girl at the 2023 State of the Union address. She and her Republican colleagues yelled like Tarzan swinging through the trees as they jeered and booed the President’s speech. Read Rants & Kisses.R & K: A Kiss
Songs by Burt Bacharach and Hal David. Singers like Dione Warwick and Dusty Springfield. What Do You Get When You Fall in Love? The Look of Love. I Say a Little Prayer. I sit in the car’s back seat and listen. I’m glad it’s dark. I’d be embarrassed if anyone could see the dreamy look on my face. Read Rants & Kisses.
Tag Archives: listening
Listening to Trees at Ellis Pond
Full of bees on a spring day, this fragrant Dogwood sounded like a dynamo humming in the sun. The location is the Lloyd Kennedy Arboretum at Ellis Pond in Yellow Springs, Ohio. Continue reading →
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Tools for Field Recording Bird Songs
Many thanks to blogger Aidan Place for his recent post about field recording. He provides a concise overview which led me to many of the links listed below. His post was my introduction to Xeno-Canto, an amazing open access platform for archiving, analyzing, and discussing bird vocalization recordings from around the world. Continue reading →
Link Blog – August 21, 2015
To Decode Elephant Conversation, You Must Feel The Jungle Rumble : NPR 082015 Elephants are extraordinary animals. Their formidible size, loud stamping and trumpeting make them hard to miss. But Katy Payne discovered that an elephant’s audible calls are just … Continue reading →
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Naturalist Notebook – August 9, 2015
It Took A Musician’s Ear To Decode The Complex Song In Whale Calls : NPR 080615 Humpback whales don’t just sing songs — they compose with the whales around them, singing a song that evolves over time. Scientists didn’t know … Continue reading →
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