Monday, June 20, 2016

walking to Head of the Tide

Head of Tide Park

Heron at the river's mouth
falling water, follow the water
bracken fern on the way to the water
feldspar roads, on the way to the water
sunlight and wind
on the way to the water



How curious, to explore, to discover, to
feel so new... and yet, to be at home?
...Don't you think?

Fotographicus McCarthyosus

A God of the Cathance

Photographs by Neil Gallagher

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

May Sounds

Jim McCarthy photo

Owl, low and silver over the Heath trail then
explosion of crows, mobbing, cawing, screaming insults - 30 minutes
the owl, barred I think, moved on
and the crows followed -
all the while, a basking painted turtle
did not blink an eye.

Back again -
Barnes Leap - white tailed deer
Beaver trail - hermit thrush with a twig in its beak
cool, but good birding - my favorite
chestnut-sided warbler by the ecology center
If you are quick enough
and walk in near silence
the turkey will find you near the pond -

Janet Galle

I feel as if I am a rock
set aside, kicked around
not given a second glance

nobody knows me
why I'm here, where i came from
or what my purpose is

but maybe someday
someone will come along and notice
that i am different from all the rest

Jada Alley

without the light, there are no shadows -


Bodies lay across the lawn
like puddles on a rainy day -

The ground is wet
the sky is gray
trees speaking softly
in the middle of May

I feel as though I am an interloper
an intruder walking among thin
birch as I huff and puff as
I sweat
and yet
they are silent like me, willing companions
as they sway in the sun alongside me

crab spider -
did you know they can change color
depending on the flower they sit on?


Jim McCarthy photo

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

May Walk - soundscapes

For our May walk (Sunday, may 15) I want to propose a theme of "soundscapes". Our April walk found a much friendlier forest (for me) because it was filled with the voices of birds. I would like to take a walk where we spend our time listening, taking note of the sounds of the Preserve, taking note of where and when we hear various things. Here is a quote from a recent article on conserving sound:" we need a nuanced sense of the terrain - the park hidden inside the park - land conservation must include the conservation of soundscapes." At the CREA Preserve the soundscape is constantly changing - so I would like to try and start making record of that, to concentrate on hearing for a little while, rather than seeing.
John Muir said that he could identify every tree species in the Sierra Nevada by listening to its "wind-music". What do you hear?
Some things we have already talked about - the road sounds, the river sounds, the bird song, the frogs, echoes, the music of trees (dry leaf rattle, wind in needles, branch against branch...) squirrel, chipmunk, water tributaries flowing, ice sounds, wind on water, footsteps, thunder, your own breath and heart, voices in the distance, that dragonfly whizzing by... What do you hear?
Here's a little poem by Wang Wei:

Empty mountains:
no one to be seen.
Yet - hear-
human sounds and echoes.
Returning sunlight
enters the dark woods;
Again shining
on green moss, above.

(Wang Wei)

What do you hear?

Gary Lawless

Sunday, April 17, 2016

"Vernal life is upon us!"

photo by James McCarthy

(for Janet Galle)

turtles basking
basking in the sunlight
(every stump
basking in moss, lichen, light)
basking in birdsong, riversound
quiet, basking in quiet

Gary Lawless


A riverbank
to sit beside
in tranquil contemplation
of turbulence and roil
defying explanation
but always flowing freely
without reservation
like the family bond between
the mountain and the ocean
we drink the same pure water
in timeless resignation
to receive the very blessing
of the river in submission

S R French


A mini-collaboration inside of a collaboration

we stumble down like leaves
called to the river's edge
the water calls to me
and echoes from the trees
It is the earth I feel
sending power up my knees
Driving me onward into the Beauty
the Great Architect has created.

Abby, Bonner & Faith

For a blog posting on how "Studying Moss is like making a poem":

partridge berry photo by James McCarthy

Monday, March 21, 2016

from the trail log

Not here, but near, a dark exploration.Headlamp beam makes breath luminous, so I hold my exhalation when I wish to see. Rain plinks and shimmers from each branch.
I scan the path for motion, or gleaming eyes. A weary wood frog stands like a miniature statue, regal and inevitable and vulnerable. A flash of movement, a glowing, glittering speck in the wet woods - a water spider, looking malevolent on her ordinary rounds.
As the pool ripples spread and overlap from the constant splash of droplets, each seeming to leap from the water rather than otherwise. No sounds of frogs yet, though they are spread-eagled lazily in the top inch of water, clinging to some fragile twig.
Cheri B.

Cathance Haiku

red squirrel I see you
flitting across ice and branch
rapid water rush

the bee gathers nectar

hummingbird, little hummingbird
collect food

Emerald green moss covers the granite ledge,
a joy to gaze upon

Ian and Abby saw a turtle.

Just a bit past Imbolc (Celtic) and the sap will run soon. 3rd Sunday CREA guided walk with a group of 13 with Gary (poet) and Jim (photographer) The sun was with us - Hooray!

Clear skies, cool breeze. The rush of the river. The kids found the perfect walking stick for our trek. A lovely waters walk.

Saturday, March 12, 2016

Called to the stone

(for Geri Vistein)

called to the rocks he
called to the rocks talked
with the birds he
walked with the
wolves we
walk with the wolves -
called, to walk, to
talk, called
to the rocks, the stone
called by moss to
the rock below.

Cathance River
poem by Gary Lawless
photo by Jim McCarthy

Tuesday, February 23, 2016