Saturday, May 16, 2009

Saturday Meditation

Chase the squirrels or just take it easy?

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Friday, May 15, 2009

Drop By Drop

Taken May 11, 2009.

Taken May 6, 2009

Taken May 13, 2009.
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Thursday, May 14, 2009

Farther Afield ...

you can find farms in Brown County.

Taken May 11, 2009.

Taken January 14, 2006

Taken May 9, 2009.
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Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Under the Spreading Chestnut Oak Tree

In the forest, trees grow up, not out, putting their energy into the reaching for light. So trees like this one, much older than everything else around them, are survivors -- left for shade or wind breaks or property line markers -- of the clearcutting done by homesteaders who tried to farm here. By the early 20th century, most of the farms had been abandoned and the state found itself with a lot of land that was lousy for farming but great for growing trees.

Taken May 10, 2009.

Happily, the state saw the wisdom of returning the land to what it once was. Now Brown County has the largest state park, a state forest, a national forest, and thousands and thousands of privately held forested acres.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009


The title doesn't mean anything. I just like the sound of it.

Taken May 8, 2009.

Taken May 6, 2009

Taken May 8, 2009.
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Monday, May 11, 2009

Enchanted Forest

Really. I just can't understand why some pointy-eared Orlando Bloom lookalike isn't hanging out here.

Taken May 8, 2009.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Sunday Poetry Post

The poem's title is "Today," but the photo was taken yesterday. I hope your weekend is going well.


If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze

that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house

and unlatch the door to the canary's cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,

a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies

seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking

a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,

releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage

so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting

into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.

-- Billy Collins