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Murmuration 12.31.2017
With the frost kissing my upturned face, I took the last walk of the year in my favorite…
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Murmuration 12.30.2017
As the sun appeared, the world filled with bird song, not the trilled, entwined melodies of the spring…
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Murmuration 12.29.2017
Tonight the wind came like ocean waves birthed from some hidden mountain cove to crash upon our frosted…
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Murmuration 12.28.2017
The yellow tree denies the turn of the season and holds fast to a single cluster of fluttering…
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Murmuration 12.27.2017
As the blood spilled, I walked into the cold, intensely aware of every bird sheltered in every hollow,…
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Murmuration 12.26.2017
In perfect stillness, five robins perched in the peak of the tallest tree like a candelabra, flamed orange…
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Murmuration 12.25.2017
As the snow began to melt, tumbling from tree branches at the behest of curious crows, it revealed…
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Murmuration 12.24.2017
On Christmas Eve, as the night began to stir, as the juncos crept into the shelter of thorns…
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Murmuration 12.23.2017
As we foraged for life in a sleeping world, each intake of breath came sharp with cold in…
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Murmuration 12.22.2017
As the sun appeared on this wintery afternoon, the Flicker cried out from top of the telephone pole,…
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Murmuration 12.21.2017
The tiniest spider hung by the tiniest web near our bathroom sink, floating in the lightness of air…
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Murmuration 12.20.2017
As I looked out on the night waters, the city shimmering in reflection in the distance, the holiday…
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Murmuration 12.19.2017
I walked away from the setting sun with the wind at my back, the sky a moody sea…
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Murmuration 12.18.2017
Where there is rain there are the crows, huddled under the grey drizzle, silent, patient, nearly invisible against…
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Murmuration 12.17.2017
We walked into the wind, my feet soft on fallen needles, my feet hard on cold-packed earth, and…
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Murmuration 12.16.2017
I love the grey waves and the misted hint of mountains in the distance, the hunched oil slick…
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Murmuration 12.15.2017
Like a sudden gust of wind it came, pelting the windows with a sharp staccato, tiny asteroids of…
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Murmuration 12.14.2017
It’s the kind of cold that seeps into your bones, the wet December cold that rattles your teeth…
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Murmuration 12.13.2017
The sky glowed the deep pink of cold-climate sunsets, rich and soft fuscias edged with rose and crepe…
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Murmuration 12.12.2017
The geese flew west towards my window, and as they passed I turned away from my screens and…
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Murmuration 12.11.2017
The darkness took a final hold on the afternoon and then began to falter as the light gained…
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Murmuration 12.10.2017
I spied it in the few moments I left the kitchen, with the smells of baking cookies and…
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Murmuration 12.09.2017
Undaunted by the weakened sun, the fog lingered in the valleys for well into the day before returning…
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Murmuration 12.08.2017
I left the house heading West, riding the edge of the sun as it dipped below the horizon;…
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Murmuration 12.07.2017
If I were a certain kind of bear, I would be closing my eyes and placing my large,…
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Murmuration 12.06.2017
Even with my nose just above the water, I can sense the chill in the room, the bite…
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Murmuration 12.05.2017
There was frost on the grass this morning, the advance scout of the deeper winter approaching, but by…
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Murmuration 12.04.2017
It was near eleven at night when I left the house and for the first time this year,…
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Murmuration 12.03.2017
From my perch indoors, I cupped my mug of tea, feeling the warmth spread through my hands, smelling…
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Murmuration 12.02.2017
The tree soaked up the rain, its long gnarled branches covered in a soft tapestry of moss and…
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Murmuration 12.01.2017
On this cold, clear night in early winter as the moon is on the very edge of fullness…
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Murmuration 11.30.2017
After a long day spent without a break, I walked out on the porch and was greeted by…
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Murmuration 11.29.2017
There in the shallows, framed by the bent bare tree stretching deep into the lake, among the tangle…
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Murmuration 11.28.2017
The Seattle rain in the winter months is a relentless beast; it wails me in on all sides,…
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Murmuration 11.27.2017
In the narrow spaces between the dark hours as the winter draws near, the eyes squint and the…
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Murmuration 11.26.2017
The rain falls heavily, slopping into the mud with the sound of oatmeal; the sky is white, the…
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Murmuration 11.25.2017
As the twilight fell over the yellow bushes and grey, barren trees, the blackbird’s multi-note timbre rose from…
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Murmuration 11.24.2017
When I walk alone I am never alone for my company is the wind, the scent of soil,…
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Murmuration 11.23.2017
Only when all the other branches are bare, when the darkness falls heavy and complete in the mid…
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Murmuration 11.22.2017
The south wind caressed the ripened guava and gifted the mynah’s wings with flight, then turned north along…
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Murmuration 11.21.2017
I close my eyes and listen to the rain pouring down on the rooftop and into the street…
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Murmuration 11.20.2017
My alerts chime and I silence them and the light fades and I continue typing, struggling with my…
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Murmuration 11.19.2017
There is something in the muffled quality of the air, something in the way that the sunlight shortens…
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Murmuration 11.18.2017
A slow-moving river of black wings, a scattered murmuration of corvids flew in meandering yet unified nonchalance towards…
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Murmuration 11.17.2017
We have reached one of the two times in the year where breathing the air feels like drinking…
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Murmuration 11.16.2017
I hear the landlord’s broom several times a year, brushing the webs away, evicting the community of spiders…
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Murmuration 11.15.2017
I marvel at the hidden journeys of winter songbirds on days like today as our neighborhood became suddenly…
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Murmuration 11.14.2017
The simple beauty of geese in flight as sundown approached caused me to catch my breath, their fluid…
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Murmuration 11.13.2017
For a long time there was nothing but the roar of the wind, the clouds racing across the…
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Murmuration 11.12.2017
As the rain fell on the hunched silhouette of a solitary crow perched on the wires above me,…
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Murmuration 11.11.2017
In mid-November, what we call the yellow tree has finally turned yellow, leaving behind its green, shimmering companionship…
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Murmuration 11.10.2017
In the hour of the wolf, from the edges beyond the wash of the streetlights, the fog extended…
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Murmuration 11.09.2017
Sometimes, when I go to bed, I think about the coyotes that live in the woodlands that hug…
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Murmuration 11.08.2017
As I walked on a grey overcast morning, I heard the eponymous chorus of chickadees in the balding…
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Murmuration 11.07.2017
I am left wondering about that Flicker and the sharp song I heard calling out over the white…
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Murmuration 11.06.2017
The mornings are cold and the evenings dark as pitch, and as the tangled chaos of squirrel nests…
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Murmuration 11.05.2017
As we move away from the brilliant fiery finale of autumn into the badlands of greyscale, I struggle…
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Murmuration 11.04.2017
The crows emerged from the unseen lands, taking to the skies in a sudden black cloud of wings…
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Murmuration 11.03.2017
The junco called from the fence post, heralding the first snow, and as the soft, puffy flakes settled…
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Murmuration 11.02.2017
I emerge from my home into a cold silence, a rainbow encircling the moon, wisp clouds passing over…
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Murmuration 11.01.2017
Reflected by the occluded full moon, the leaves shimmered in the bite of the wind, no longer with…
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Murmuration 10.31.2017
On Samhain I stroke my prize Raven feather and feel the strong rachis mast that billows the vane,…
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Murmuration 10.30.2017
He watches over the street at night, sometimes for hours at a time, a tuxedoed crusader attuned to…
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Murmuration 10.29.2017
After bathing in the ice-cold moon, I trudge home with pink-flushed cheeks to the warmth of my apartment…
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Murmuration 10.28.2017
At the edge of the lake, the grass had been obscured by reds, oranges and yellows in infinite…
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Murmuration 10.27.2017
It does not matter the time, whether in the hazy half-dream before my misty morning walk, or basked…
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Murmuration 10.26.2017
The squirrel froze, barely daring to breathe, whiskers telegraphing trepidation and readiness, his dark black eyes caught in…
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Murmuration 10.25.2017
I returned to my morning walk today and found a world I had forgotten, full of crows and…
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Murmuration 10.24.2017
The evening sky glowed a rich pink-red, coloring the distant snowcapped mountains, highlighting the pine-cone shedding evergreens, and…
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Murmuration 10.23.2017
I’ve spent most of the chaotic months of the spring and summer, those months when large things happen…
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Murmuration 10.22.2017
When you slow down your perception to the speed of actual change, when you leave behind the human…
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Murmuration 10.21.2017
Hidden away in a tiny crack in the bannister, eggshell white mushrooms poked their caps into a new…
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Murmuration 10.20.2017
The charcoal grey clouds loitered sullenly with their backs up against the wind; before them, the single tree…
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Murmuration 10.19.2017
I watched the world distorted by the grey curtains of rain that fell endlessly from sullen, swollen skies;…
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Murmuration 10.18.2017
Like an honor guard, the wind storm heralded the Big Dark’s arrival, trees bowed down in reverence, leaves…
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Murmuration 10.17.2017
I took a break late into the evening and stood swaying on the porch listening to the hush…
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Murmuration 10.16.2017
Suddenly, the bush tits burst forth from every direction in a celebration of sunshine, chatting merrily with voices…
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Murmuration 10.15.2017
The sky cleared as my head lifted, wisp clouds floating in blue like sea foam, the storm for…
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Murmuration 10.14.2017
Saturday was a blur – a faraway world glimpsed in a haze from car windows, a night walk…
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Murmuration 10.13.2017
The wind is changing; the dark blue of the stormy skies announced its approach, rushing down from the…
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Murmuration 10.12.2017
The air bit at my cheeks and the wet leaves crunched and shuffled as I scoffed my feet…
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Murmuration 10.11.2017
I left my house on a morning walk in search of the subtle shifts of autumn and instead…
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Murmuration 10.10.2017
The grey morning clouds broke apart in indescribable layers of shadow, the trapped sun peering between charcoal edges…
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Murmuration 10.09.2017
When the day is the same color of grey from morning to night, when no creature stirs and…
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Murmuration 10.08.2017
The sun shone boldly in a cloudless blue sky, the air sharp and clean, and it might have…
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Murmuration 10.07.2017
This was a lost day spent deep in myth and saga, in dreams, archetypes and journeys of the…
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Murmuration 10.06.2017
The wind blew throughout the day and into the evening, rattling my windows and calling to me with…
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Murmuration 10.05.2017
That sleeping baby with his tiny mouth open has no idea of the wild world that is out…
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Murmuration 10.04.2017
The October harvest moon hung in the fork of a tree branch like an ornament, no longer the…
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Murmuration 10.03.2017
Time has again come to the old monk, the tree that stands across the street, home to a…
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Murmuration 10.02.2017
The weather is turning now, the winds nearly shifted away from the warm meadows and their fragrant grasses…
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Murmuration 10.01.2017
We sat in the early fall chill, our bodies straining towards any last lingering sunlight as the lake…
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Murmuration 09.30.2017
I awoke to Raven’s call, the throaty creak of ancient wood, mist and shadow, and before me a…
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Murmuration 09.29.2017
You could hear the wind coming from a great distance, a stampede of rain and fog that rode…
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Murmuration 09.28.2017
In near-total silence, lake waters calm as glass, we stood in the darkness with our heads tilted towards…
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Murmuration 09.27.2017
The summer grabs for the last of the heat, a final blaze before the rains, but in the…
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Murmuration 09.26.2017
We took a walk in the last of the warm evenings for some time to come, and were…
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Murmuration 09.25.2017
Sometimes all it takes is a single puffed-up sparrow balancing impossibly on a fuzzy-headed weed to stop me…
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Murmuration 09.24.2017
In the afternoon, I turned to the closed window and the separation already felt acute, the loss of…
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Murmuration 09.23.2017
The air is crisp, and even though the winds have yet to change direction, life in the city…
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Murmuration 09.22.2017
I can see the color change now, a subtle red shift that will begin at the edges of…
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Murmuration 09.21.2017
From the fisheye, I spied him, the jay on the porch hopping from chair arm to chair arm…
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Murmuration 09.20.2017
As the first taste of autumn’s rains faded like the moon, unseen jays loudly claimed corners of the…
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Murmuration 09.19.2017
All around me, the green of fern and vine and moss was alive with new purpose as the…
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Murmuration 09.18.2017
Inside, grumpy humans caught off guard peer out the windows at the downpour and scramble to gather their…
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Murmuration 09.17.2017
The bush tits are nestled up close in the protective labyrinth of a solitary tree, hidden away and…
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Murmuration 09.16.2017
Once again, the skies were hazy with smoke and ash motes rode impossibly small air currents like directionless…
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Murmuration 09.15.2017
When they cut down all the ancient trees lining our walkway, they left a single stump which soon…
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Murmuration 09.14.2017
Once I began to take notice of nature more mindfully, I was surprised by the hidden seasons between…
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Murmuration 09.13.2017
He sat resolute, a splash of neon green against the dull metal mailbox, filament antenna conducting a hushed…
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Murmuration 09.12.2017
The evening wind was cool and fresh, every cloud tinted a golden pink that slowly ripened into the…
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Murmuration 09.11.2017
The sun lowers and is caught in delicate webs that are strung from every corner and under every…
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Murmuration 09.10.2017
Transfixed, I stood in the grass with binoculars in hand, the moon blazing from the dark sky before…
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Murmuration 09.09.2017
I’m at the point in my life where hearing an unfamiliar bird call causes me to lose all…
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Murmuration 09.08.2017
Patches of faint blue hesitantly emerged from the haze of ash and smoke and the clouds once again…
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Murmuration 09.07.2017
As the air slowly began to clear of the ash and smoke from the eastern wildfires, three Stellar’s…
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Murmuration 09.06.2017
Under the apocalyptic sky, I paused in the crushing heat and ash-choked air to notice the single empty…
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Murmuration 09.05.2017
The ash fell overnight like first snow on our steps, dusting everything in a fine layer of grey…
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Murmuration 09.04.2017
As we drove to dinner, the sun struggled with the approaching wildfire smoke – choked orange and glowing…
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Murmuration 09.03.2017
Walking along the tree-lined island road, we paused to pluck fat, dark blackberries from the spreading brambles as…
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Murmuration 09.02.2017
The sea stack rose from the surf like some eternally slumbering creature, its back covered in a distant,…
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Murmuration 09.01.2017
We left the busy ring road that kissed the lake shore in favor of the shadow of tall…
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Murmuration 08.31.2017
When I woke up today the rain was falling, and as it pattered on the windowsills and cracked…
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Murmuration 08.30.2017
I took a walk as the sun was setting, earlier and earlier every day, and encountered a single…
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Murmuration 08.29.2017
As the poplar leaves shimmered in a late summer breeze and the willow stretched its long fingers towards…
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Murmuration 08.28.2017
In the midst of a stressful day, I opened the door and felt the heat explode inward, blowing…
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Murmuration 08.27.2017
One of the most important things I’ve learned from doing this project is that the seasons do not…
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Murmuration 08.26.2017
There’s always solace to be found on the porch in the wee hours of the morning when the…
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Murmuration 08.25.2017
I’m not sure where the day went, but it was not out the window; the screens and the…
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Murmuration 08.24.2017
When I leave the wild places, I leave a piece of myself behind; In the empty spaces, the…
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Murmuration 08.23.2017
There at the edge of the forest we watched the waves crash and withdraw, carving delicate branches into…
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Murmuration 08.22.2017
The mist rode the water inland, hiding the far shore, snaking around bleached driftwood and dark boulders raised…
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Murmuration 08.21.2017
I watched the morning sky as the moon devoured the sun in eclipsed totality, watched the night sky…
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Murmuration 08.20.2017
On that primordial beach cloaked in mist, as the wails of sea birds echoed from the grey beyond,…
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Murmuration 08.19.2017
The barred owl dozed in the early evening, a soft ball of feathers tucked away in the tree…
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Murmuration 08.18.2017
A gentle sun shower fell from the lenticular clouds that hovered like floating islands above the highway, casting…
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Murmuration 08.17.2017
I was interrupted today by the spiders tucked away in the corners of the door frame and found…
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Murmuration 08.16.2017
And now comes the time of the blackberry as the late summer fruit ripens and the thick vines…
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Murmuration 08.15.2017
The night is quiet and the cool breeze goosebumps the skin, the midnight sun fades to dark as…
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Murmuration 08.14.2017
And finally, he has accepted that I will honor his space, to speak softly, to move slowly, to…
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Murmuration 08.13.2017
There’s an edge in the air now as the temperature drops towards September, the first tinge of chill…
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Murmuration 08.12.2017
We stood on the porch, listening to the soft, gentle evening rain patter on the split wood, smelling…
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Murmuration 08.11.2017
Tonight, hanging in the southern skies, the sodalite clouds finally broke through the haze of smoke as the…
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Murmuration 08.10.2017
As I entered the crosswalk in the early darkness, I heard a rhythmic scratching on the asphalt, faint…
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Murmuration 08.09.2017
His feathers bleached by sunlight, bedraggled and hoarse, that crow still performed his duty, calling out the hidden…
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Murmuration 08.08.2017
Under the blood-red moon, the tuxedo cat sprawled on his white belly in a patch of moonlight, staring…
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Murmuration 08.07.2017
The sun is relentless, drying the grasses to flattened piles of brown hay, charring black the edges of…
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Murmuration 08.06.2017
The heat builds up against the doors and rushes into the darkened theater like a flood of summer…
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Murmuration 08.05.2017
On the edge of the lake, beyond the lily pads quivering from the passage of hidden fish, as…
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Murmuration 08.04.2017
There was nothing but heat today, pressing on every wall and window, filling up every thought until there…
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Murmuration 08.03.2017
The smoke from Canadian wildfires has cast the evening sky a purplish grey; the haze hangs low and…
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Murmuration 08.02.2017
I stood watching the Moon through my binoculars, tracing the jagged rock near the dark boundary curve, my…
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Murmuration 08.01.2017
As the heat rises, I prepare for the sun to beat down in full force on open-mouthed crows…
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Murmuration 07.31.2017
I love the loud birds, and this newly-arrived pair of Stellar’s Jays are at the pinnacle of their…
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Murmuration 07.30.2017
The moon, a sliver of white carved into the midnight, a faint pale globe fading into the morning…
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Murmuration 07.29.2017
Oh little dog, you of eighteen miles and then eighteen more, I relate to your refusal to move…
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Murmuration 07.28.2017
Three crows spent the afternoon loudly arriving and departing repeatedly as if they were waiting for something to…
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Murmuration 07.27.2017
When a cool and overcast day appears in the middle of July or August, it’s as if Seattle…
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Murmuration 07.26.2017
In the fading light, against the midnight blue, two tiny shadows chased the invisible; the world of words…
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Murmuration 07.25.2017
A background sound tickled the edge of my brain with familiarity and caused me to rush from my…
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Murmuration 07.24.2017
Here in the PNW, the hottest part of each day is late afternoon, the nights in summer extend…
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Murmuration 07.23.2017
There are few things better in the summer than taking a Sunday nap on the sofa, letting the…
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Murmuration 07.22.2017
And there it was, the perfect summer afternoon and evening, hot but breezy, the passage of time slowed…
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Murmuration 07.21.2017
Sometimes when I am hard at work in the summer, windows thrown open, I am interrupted from my…
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Murmuration 07.20.2017
Even as the grass dries and the flowers shrivel, fresh red blooms from the gladiola remind me that…
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Murmuration 07.19.2017
There’s something about hollow wood echoing in resonance from the heart of the forest, the short staccato bursts…
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Murmuration 07.18.2017
I cannot tell you what it means to me to stand at the bottom of a hill and…
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Murmuration 07.17.2017
When I moved in, there were towering pines shading the walkway between the buildings, blanketing the path with…
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Murmuration 07.16.2017
I left the house in the early morning darkness, turned off the porch lights and sat on the…
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Murmuration 07.15.2017
I still get a spine-tingling thrill when I am suddenly cast into shadow by a large crow, fattened…
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Murmuration 07.14.2017
The world beyond the four walls of our enclosed life, beyond the shuttered windows of the self-involved mind,…
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Murmuration 07.13.2017
A cold wind blew the cards over and goose-pimpled my arms and as I brought out my coat…
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Murmuration 07.12.2017
I glimpsed the dark, flitting shapes through the window screen and left the house in wonder only to…
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Murmuration 07.11.2017
The mountain spans the distance between the houses on my daily walk, looming in a shimmering haze on…
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Murmuration 07.10.2017
My skin still hums from the brace of cold water and when I close my eyes, I can…
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Murmuration 07.09.2017
After a night filled with demons, Raven croaks his benediction from the church of the pines as I…
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Murmuration 07.08.2017
Standing in the lake, body numb from the cold, I leaned my head back towards the mottled cloudscape…
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Murmuration 07.07.2017
The house spiders, the ladybirds, and even that tiny brown-and-white moth, corkscrewing in flight, landing with splayed wings…
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Murmuration 07.06.2017
I learned today that even though crows are urban wanderers, they sleep miles away in communal roosting trees,…
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Murmuration 07.05.2017
As I leave the house, the heat radiates from the earth, the dandelions whiten, the ants busy themselves…
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Murmuration 07.04.2017
The cabbage white butterflies cartwheel through the space above the flowers in a frenetic dance, pausing briefly to…
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Murmuration 07.03.2017
Humans also undergo cyclical changes and tonight at dinner I noticed the open strides, the upturned and friendlier…
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Murmuration 07.02.2017
Dragonflies charted courses outside the windows, lifting off from broad leaves; the goggled, tiny pilots hovered to get…
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Murmuration 07.01.2017
Fresh from the meadow overlooking the sea, where fat dragonflies buzzed and hovered and the speckled seal periscoped…
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Murmuration 06.30.2017
There is a smell to the early summer night, a certain loamy scent of the earth cooling from…
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Murmuration 06.29.2017
As I stood on the porch, I suddenly shifted my focus and saw our yard not as the…
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Murmuration 06.28.2017
I took a walk in the 10pm daylight, down through blue-filtered streets and under the swaying trees, windows…
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Murmuration 06.27.2017
After the dilation, I was blinded by the light and so strolled down the sidewalk in the darkness…
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Murmuration 06.26.2017
As I drove around the corner, the moon hung as a perfect golden sliver in a dark blue…
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Murmuration 06.25.2017
I am also that sluggish crow with his beak open, hopping from roof shingle to roof shingle looking…
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Murmuration 06.24.2017
When you look for me, you will find me on the fringes, there shadowed among the trees, with…
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Murmuration 06.23.2017
The flowers have turned the streets wild with blossom and scent, have taken over every corner with petal…
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Murmuration 06.22.2017
I could hear them long before they arrived, a massive flock of crows searching for a roosting spot,…
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Murmuration 06.21.2017
Sometime, during the night, the tiniest spider that ever was, thrilled at finding a spot of wilderness within…
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Murmuration 06.20.2017
This far north in the summer it remains daylight until ten at night, the gentle summer breeze nudging…
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Murmuration 06.19.2017
I must have walked by those flowers a million times, but it wasn’t until my wife picked me…
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Murmuration 06.18.2017
I chose to spend this day working in the home, quietly looking out the window at the world…
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Murmuration 06.17.2017
Beauty and magic resonated around us: the snow of cottonwood, the earthy scent of sage and chamomile, delicate…
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Murmuration 06.16.2017
The grey pressed against my windows and my cold pressed against my head, until we both gave up…
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Murmuration 06.15.2017
I was entranced by and in love with that little, spunky, perfect bird hopping along the top of…
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Murmuration 06.14.2017
The movement of nature also occurs at the smallest level, as I have caught a summer bug, sadly…
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Murmuration 06.13.2017
Seagulls and crows take to the rooftops in an ancient, endless battle, a Stellar’s Jay ruffles his midnight…
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Murmuration 06.12.2017
Things were flat today; colder and grayer weather returned, and even the birds seemed like they were taking…
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Murmuration 06.11.2017
We discovered that the tiny, well-behaved purple potted flowers we bought for the porch last year had somehow…
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Murmuration 06.10.2017
Camping chairs on the grass overlooked the calm, blue waters that rolled towards shadowed peaks in the distance,…
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Murmuration 06.09.2017
Now at the halfway mark, standing in a sea of tiny purple, white and pink flowers that have…
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Murmuration 06.08.2017
I was shocked to discover that the sparrows from yesterday were actually house finches who today lined the…
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Murmuration 06.07.2017
Today, neighborhood sparrows held a meet up and gathered in vast, chatting numbers in the nearby bushes and…
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Murmuration 06.06.2017
As the early summer sputters between clear-skied hot nights and the final grips of spring cast in grey…
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Murmuration 06.05.2017
I had this moment as I felt the cooler air and heard the whishing sighs of the yellow…
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Murmuration 06.04.2017
One’s indulgence in nature should never be seen as an escape or a procrastination but rather an investment…
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Murmuration 06.03.2017
On the deck, under the canopy that creaked and popped in coming warmth, the hummingbirds appeared in a…
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Murmuration 06.02.2017
I’m developing an unhealthy relationship with the tuxedo cat next door who stares at me as I talk…
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Murmuration 06.01.2017
This afternoon, the crow tumbled through space in a shiny black blur, daredevil diving through the updrafts, catching…
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Murmuration 05.31.2017
Each afternoon I see him, that tuxedo cat poised on the sunny red brick with his head stretched…
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Murmuration 05.30.2017
A week-long downturn in weather, the onset of precipitation and cooler temperatures makes me realize, as I document…
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Murmuration 05.29.2017
When the windows are open, when I am on the porch bathed in sunlight or caressed by breeze,…
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Murmuration 05.28.2017
I kicked off my shoes and socks, happily tired from hiking through the forest’s tunneled canopy, over the…
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Murmuration 05.27.2017
We sat in a clearing surrounded by towering pines as the dogs juggled rocks, the donkeys brayed, the…
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Murmuration 05.26.2017
I spotted my first summer hummingbird in the garden next door, drawing perfect, graceful polygons in the air…
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Murmuration 05.25.2017
The bumblebees rolled round and fat, their furry striped bodies tumbled in the petal wells, bathing in pollen;…
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Murmuration 05.24.2017
With the windows wide open, the 70-degree breeze rustled the knick-knacks, the feathers, the oracle cards as sunlight…
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Murmuration 05.23.2017
The wind burst through the windows in a late afternoon flurry, and everything before it was blown asunder;…
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Murmuration 05.22.2017
Our California Poppies, the neon-yellow cheerleaders of summer, worked their way nearly unnoticed out of the soil and…
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Murmuration 05.21.2017
With the windows thrown open, the wind chimes sang a song of coming June, and the chipping birds…
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Murmuration 05.20.2017
Today the summer took control, the sun dappled on the hillside as the starlings gathered in a circle…
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Murmuration 05.19.2017
My ideal summer moments all involve long, soft grass and the wind passing through trees that are abundant…
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Murmuration 05.18.2017
It’s the time of year in Seattle where the sunsets are indescribable in the way they paint the…
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Murmuration 05.17.2017
As the night approached, robins, perhaps a nesting pair, called out in such luscious thrush vocalizations, that I…
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Murmuration 05.16.2017
The straggling spring’s rogue clouds engulfed most of the day but gave way late to sunshine that is…
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Murmuration 05.15.2017
As the season slowly turns into early summer, I enacted a long-desired intention and began to take forced…
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Murmuration 05.14.2017
As one of my two semi-annual power cycles arrives, I yearn to be outside every minute as again…
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Murmuration 05.13.2017
As the spring reaches its zenith, you can feel the summer stirring underneath – the sun growing stronger…
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Murmuration 05.12.2017
The quaking aspen, the one we call the yellow tree, is now at full leaf and shimmers each…
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Murmuration 05.11.2017
Huddling in the sudden rain, a puffed-up song sparrow sank down into his feet and gripped the wire;…
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Murmuration 05.10.2017
There’s nothing that brings back childhood summers, those long nights of endless play outdoors, than the chittering calls…
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Murmuration 05.09.2017
Fed by the record-breaking rainy spring, the grasses are now taking over the world below the knee –…
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Murmuration 05.08.2017
I stood outside in the warm night air and looked at the sodalite sky, the moon beginning to…
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Murmuration 05.07.2017
And now, even on days when it is still too cold to open the window, I sit in…
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Murmuration 05.06.2017
We took a walk in the glorious sunshine today, through the thick-bladed grasses in their brilliant green, under…
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Murmuration 05.05.2017
The grey fell through the day and into the evening and yet felt so much like early summer…
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Murmuration 05.04.2017
At the peak of the temperature climb, the thunderstorms came with a bright clatter and a solid deluge,…
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Murmuration 05.03.2017
During a brief preview of summer, serenaded by the duo-tone whistle of red-winged blackbirds, the earth radiated heat…
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Murmuration 05.02.2017
The small purple and pink flowers have emerged in what passes for our front garden, long green blades…
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Murmuration 05.01.2017
I watch the green shoots burst forth and the weather fluctuate between the spring that is only at…
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Murmuration 04.30.2017
I heard my first chickadee of the year today and it reminded me of how my mother taught…
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Murmuration 04.29.2017
At 9pm this evening, the darkness was clouded by patches of grey-and-yellow-tinged light that split the sky like…
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Murmuration 04.28.2017
The sunlight spread against the pane and warmed the room, albeit briefly, nearly tempting me to open the…
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Murmuration 04.27.2017
As my cough worsened, and my first day of work in nearly three weeks struck, I lost my…
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Murmuration 04.26.2017
Sunlight to darkness to downpour to grey drizzle to rainbows all played out before my window today as…
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Murmuration 04.25.2017
Those light green leaves, tender newborns recently emerged from sleep, now arced in canopy above us, filtering the…
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Murmuration 04.24.2017
We caught a glimpse of spring in England and America as our plane left and arrived, one in…
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Murmuration 04.23.2017
The mistle thrush bobbed in the low grass, hunting for lunch, powerful white-brown body silhouetted against a brilliant…
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Murmuration 04.22.2017
As I sat on the bench in the sunshine, a buzzard wheeled and dove, pursued by a single…
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Murmuration 04.21.2017
Grey skies hung heavily over Sutton Park on our last walk and even the birdsong couldn’t pierce the…
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Murmuration 04.20.2017
As I stood alone in the middle of the stone circle, the sun drizzled towards the horizon over…
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Murmuration 04.19.2017
As we sat on the bench facing the lake, the Exmoor ponies drew near, nibbling on grasses, clomping…
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Murmuration 04.18.2017
In the hidden underbough of a giant yew tree, the widest in all of Britain, we hid away…
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Murmuration 04.17.2017
On a grey English afternoon, amongst the gorse and heather, the magpies examined the undergrass, heads cocked, tails flicking;…
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Murmuration 04.16.2017
We drove through the twilight as the spring rain fell on rows of rapeseed; hawks tucking their wings…
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Murmuration 04.15.2017
We walked through the bright yellow, coconut-scented gorse while strands of heather pushed their way skyward; still bare…
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Murmuration 04.14.2017
The rain came down on Birmingham streets in a slow, grey drizzle and elsewhere the plant world responded…
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Murmuration 04.13.2017
Took the train from Sussex to the Midlands, speeding past neon yellow fields of rapeseed, deep green dotted…
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Murmuration 04.12.2017
I took my shoes off, put my full weight on the tree stump and immersed myself in it…
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Murmuration 04.11.2017
I love the wind coming to shore from the sea, so all-encompassing and certain, the stuff of dragons…
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Murmuration 04.10.2017
I caught the sun on my face, illuminating wildflowers, coaxing the new grass into seed, spreading low in…
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Murmuration 04.09.2017
There is no bird like the English blackbird – the master of composition and improvisation whose warbled symphonies,…
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Murmuration 04.08.2017
On the motorway south to Brighton, English trees were in full leaf and the magnolias dripped with huge…
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Murmuration 04.07.2017
After a slow journey across the empty, lake-dotted expanse of northern Canada through a clear evening sky, the…
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Murmuration 04.06.2017
My day was spent planning and packing and peeking out the window when there was a moment between…
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Murmuration 04.05.2017
I cannot be sure, but I thought I heard the rambling warble of a finch singing happily in…
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Murmuration 04.04.2017
The wind turned today, rolling warm and sweet from the meadowlands, causing me to shed my winter coat…
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Murmuration 04.03.2017
The starling stood with an insect in his beak as large as his head; he puffed out his…
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Murmuration 04.02.2017
As my neighbors overturned and seeded the beds with future flowers, the scent of fresh soil brought me…
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Murmuration 04.01.2017
The scent of blossoming trees crawls under the crack in the front door, drowsy blooms push through hidden…
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Murmuration 03.31.2017
Crows are calling everywhere today, tucking their wings close to their shimmering bodies and launching themselves head-first from…
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Murmuration 03.30.2017
My heart is full of the spreading boughs of cotton candy cherry trees above my head and of…
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Murmuration 03.29.2017
The blossoms begin to fall, covering the sidewalk in soft white petals, and that sleek cat, young and…
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Murmuration 03.28.2017
The crow pulled and pulled at the thin pad that lay under our bed of soil until his…
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Murmuration 03.27.2017
As I sat at my desk, I noticed for the first time the warmth of the sun on…
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Murmuration 03.26.2017
I poked my nose out a few times this afternoon; the air smelled of cherry tree blossom, the…
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Murmuration 03.25.2017
Today was what I would consider the first real spring day – perfect blue skies, cherry blossoms on…
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Murmuration 03.24.2017
The spring rain fell in a broad, warm blanket, as sudden bursts of sunshine beckoned faint, faded rainbows.…
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Murmuration 03.23.2017
Everywhere there is bird sign: flickers hammering into telephone poles, puffed-up robins chittering their varied opinions, tits and…
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Murmuration 03.22.2017
There is a particular moment in this area of the world when the wind turns, shifting from the…
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Murmuration 03.21.2017
The evening draws the grey clouds close, shepherds them into the night sky, shifting its once midnight black…
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Murmuration 03.20.2017
As work again shutters the windows and narrows the room to single glowing screen, I trade the world…
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Murmuration 03.19.2017
Tiny perfect pinecones and delicate white flowers lay in the cracks near the sidewalk, red blossoms hung like…
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Murmuration 03.18.2017
It was perfection – Peekaboo sunshine seen from a deck overlooking one of my favorite lakes, the breaks…
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Murmuration 03.17.2017
From the depths of the grey, somewhere behind the sheets of rain, a single songbird played a piccolo…
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Murmuration 03.16.2017
When the sun finally came out in full force, it revealed a changed world – trumpets of daffodils…
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Murmuration 03.15.2017
Everything is on the edge of change – a single flower peeks through the chain link, clouds break…
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Murmuration 03.14.2017
The crows rode the updrafts, dark shapes swooping back and forth across the road as I approached the…
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Murmuration 03.13.2017
The grey, wet blanket did nothing to deter mating pairs of Flickers who called out their jungle cries…
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Murmuration 03.12.2017
The cherry trees everywhere were festooned with luscious red and pink buds that glistened in the sun rain…
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Murmuration 03.11.2017
The rain in March is softer, not the ice daggers of January and February but something more nourishing,…
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Murmuration 03.10.2017
I barely looked out the window today, other than to watch the tuxedo cat from the corner of…
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Murmuration 03.09.2017
When I walked outside tonight, I realized I wasn’t wearing a coat and that the air seemed lighter…
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Murmuration 03.08.2017
Rain is running down gutters choked with old starling nests, the windblown lost, and the hidden treasures of…
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Murmuration 03.07.2017
I took a walk today through the drizzling rain and observed the promise of cherry blossoms swelling like…
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Murmuration 03.06.2017
Some small promise of sunlight through the rains and the song of the bird we cannot identify has…
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Murmuration 03.05.2017
Big, fat raindrops fell against grey skies but also raised the fresh smell of spring. Both of us…
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Murmuration 03.04.2017
We went looking for cherry blossoms today and found only a single territorial hummingbird fiercely defending his realm…
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Murmuration 03.03.2017
That cat sitting there, looking up at me quizzingly with his bright eyes and his tuxedo face as…
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Murmuration 03.02.2017
I heard a single Flicker somewhere beyond my thinking mind, hopping from rooftop to treetop, chirping and chittering…
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Murmuration 03.01.2017
The world continued without me. There are trying times when my struggles with anxiety and depression come to…
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Murmuration 02.28.2017
The sun’s arc now rises above our rooftop in the evenings, casting all the bare, budding trees in…
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Murmuration 02.27.2017
Peals of thunder shook our apartment and the downpour of snow and hail plastered the windows and painted…
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Murmuration 02.26.2017
I noticed a bursting forth of pink flowers in the yard across the street, the first flowers to…
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Murmuration 02.25.2017
Inside, outside, internal, external all merged as one today as I slept and slept in sickness. My watery…
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Murmuration 02.24.2017
The smallest, brightest voice came out of the silence of a cold, blue-skied day, a solo bird song…
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Murmuration 02.23.2017
And then, the unseen came into blossom and the undercurrents of spring’s thaw ran on hidden journeys to…
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Murmuration 02.22.2017
Crows were everywhere, calling, scolding, greeting, swooping down through the blue skies, their shadows falling across the stirrings…
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Murmuration 02.21.2017
The squirrels wandered down from their tangled, leafy nests for the first time this year, pacing low and…
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Murmuration 02.20.2017
The crows were everywhere today in the grey drizzle, trying to call me outside as I sipped my…
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Murmuration 02.19.2017
The night sky after a big rain is painted with deep blue clouds – the absolute darkness of…
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Murmuration 02.18.2017
The air smelled like the rich, loamy awakening of fertile soil in a forest drizzle – fresh and…
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Murmuration 02.17.2017
Signs of spring are now everywhere, and when the rains come, they come in full force without the…
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Murmuration 02.16.2017
The days where I am prevented from my relationship with nature, I feel somewhat less than; the days…
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Murmuration 02.15.2017
As seen through the bright eyes of glistening, wet crows landing next to puddles and searching with cocked…
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Murmuration 02.14.2017
The first song sparrows arrived today, puffed and proud and fearless in their voices, and made the whole…
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Murmuration 02.13.2017
Today was all about the Flickers – propped on the telephone poles or perched on high branches, letting…
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Murmuration 02.12.2017
Bright blue sunlight taunted me as the birds once again began to gather in party-sized numbers, the downturn…
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Murmuration 02.11.2017
Due to my recuperation and the sharp chill in the air, I did not visit with nature today…
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Murmuration 02.10.2017
Nothing but the moon tonight, huge and glimmering, skirted by blue-black clouds edged in gold. I sit with…
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Murmuration 02.09.2017
In a near-60 degree day seemingly borrowed from late spring, I watched the rainbow stretch across our apartment…
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Murmuration 02.08.2017
There’s a certain quality of winter here in the Pacific Northwest where refrigerator air plummets down the mountains…
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Murmuration 02.07.2017
As the weather warmed, the streets were slush, and the gutters dripped, and the world outside was shaken…
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Murmuration 02.06.2017
The snow began late in the evening as slender needles of sleet and rain, but by the next…
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Murmuration 02.05.2017
Snow is expected late tonight and the air is calm, the skies grey, but there’s not a hint…
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Murmuration 02.04.2017
Our hummingbird, and the starlings that perch in the highest, thinnest branches of the tallest tree took advantage…
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Murmuration 02.03.2017
It started early in the morning, a staccato tapping on the windows, and before I went to bed…
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Murmuration 02.02.2017
The wind rises in icy gusts against skin that is already winter-cracked and nothing else seems to move;…
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Murmuration 02.01.2017
When you start to pay attention, things like approaching snow and more inclimate weather is hard to deny,…
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Murmuration 01.31.2017
There was a sharp turn in the wind today, frozen and harsh on brittle skin, even as the…
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Murmuration 01.30.2017
The entire first world was wooziness and acheyness and dreams of walruses in the far north, and so…
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Murmuration 01.29.2017
Living in somewhat of a coastal town, much different from the landlocked state of my birth, the comings…
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Murmuration 01.28.2017
As the deciduous trees began to show the first tentative signs of budding, we took a forest walk…
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Murmuration 01.27.2017
The starlings sat in my favorite towering tree, the one that looms over the rooftops, calling out meandering…
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Murmuration 01.26.2017
I have a special affection for the loud birds – the flickers and the starlings, the crows and…
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Murmuration 01.25.2017
Everything seemed silenced by the return of the archetypical blue-tinted Seattle greyness, the intensely low cloud cover that…
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Murmuration 01.24.2017
I’m thankful for blue skies and fluffy white clouds- for an appreciation for the minute signs of earth…
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Murmuration 01.23.2017
Nothing in the thick of winter makes me happier than hearing the clear, sharp chirp of a robin…
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Murmuration 01.22.2017
As I watched a territorial hummingbird scrittle and flit over the tops of the trees, I noticed for…
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Murmuration 01.21.2017
Two eagles circled in crystal-clear blue sky, peering down at the river of people below them on a…
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Murmuration 01.20.2017
A night of neighborhood cats – sniffing the wind as the scents of February draw near, impatiently waiting…
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Murmuration 01.19.2017
For the first time this year, I noticed the skies getting lighter at night as I wait for…
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Murmuration 01.18.2017
Sometimes, I list wildly to port and my job takes over everything I see, the windows are shut…
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Murmuration 01.17.2017
Rain, and more rain, and when the gutters overflowed, more rain, and when the streets flooded, more rain,…
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Murmuration 01.16.2017
The world continued somewhere outside my door, but I did not show up for it, nor did I…
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Murmuration 01.15.2017
There’s no denying now that bird life is increasing in activity, very slowly but with the surety of…
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Murmuration 01.14.2017
We walked through Discovery in the early-afternoon sunshine among the bare-limbed trees, the mossy-trunked trees and the tufted…
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Murmuration 01.13.2017
A massive, rust haze of a full moon shimmered over us as we walked to dinner, moving bare…
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Murmuration 01.12.2017
Up on the gutters, the crows were calling for the first time in the new year, remarking on…
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Murmuration 01.11.2017
From this side of the glass, mainly darkness and the impact of wind, stilness in the cloud cover…
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Murmuration 01.10.2017
Whenever there is wind, things seem right to me, even the bone-chillingly frigid wind that came along with…
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Murmuration 01.09.2017
It seemed a heavy day- greyness hung on every tree, low clouds compressed the sky. I am thankful…
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Murmuration 01.08.2017
There’s the moment when after a long stretch of sunlight, the rains come back and the gutters drip…
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Murmuration 01.07.2017
The threat of ice turns instead to rain and the overstuffed crows of our neighborhood strut off the…
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Murmuration 01.06.2017
A brilliant, summer-like sunset hung as a suspended watercolor fire in the sky for what seemed like hours,…
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Murmuration 01.05.2017
I watched the tuxedo cat next door brave his frigid yard to feast on green shoots that miraculously…
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Murmuration 01.04.2017
A cloudless, brilliant blue sky and sunlight streaming in from every corner caused the winter berries and the…
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Murmuration 01.03.2017
As seen from my window, the world outside was chillingly cold, salt spread on the icy walkways, people…
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Murmuration 01.02.2017
The whole world seemed locked in ice, that kind of cold without the vibrance of wind or the…
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Murmuration 01.01.2017
We took a walk in the brilliant low-winter sun around towering, sleeping trees in their Arboretum beds and…
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Motion and Stilness
The evening rises up from the gray ocean and settles into my eyes, echoes of the hideaway time.…
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Aspects of Unity
If you pick up a globe and hold the world at arms’ length, from that vantage point you…
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The Embrace of the Infinite
I sped west through the wine country of California, through the almond orchards and the fields of oil…
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Dust and Fire
Baker, California is the home of the largest thermometer in the world. I saw it as I sped…
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Southward Soulward
It happened a few days ago in Yellowstone. Night was fast approaching. The park was closing and I…
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Wheel, Mountain, Truth
I spent three days wandering Wyoming, seeking out a home in the grass and in the wind, driving…
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The Valley of the Sun
I walk the breeze of the late Missouri morning as grasshoppers coax out the last drops of summer’s…
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Banshees and Staterooms
I used to imagine that it was a ghost train. It would emerge from the night, a dark…
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Little Ghosts
My mother warned me to be careful playing with fire while lighting incense. I told her that I…

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