Lyrical Field Journal
Golden Light, Gray Ghost: A Winter Encounter in the Bog A raptor soared above the treeline, vanishing before I could identify it—an omen for the chase ahead. Still, it sparked anticipation, like catching the scent of caramelized sugars wafting from an oven....
Lyrical Field Journal
A Wish for Silent Nights On Saturday night I hiked to a marsh with an aim to spot a Great Horned Owl. There the air temperatures dipped below the freezing point. Clouds drifted like tendrils of hair in the wind, covering and uncovering the face of the full moon. Using...
Lyrical Field Journal
Acts of Discovery: Waves to Shells and Floods to Flowers The first time I walked a Pacific Ocean beach was as a girl on a trip to Washington. Feeling electrified, I waded among the tumultuous movements and sounds from the waves. As I viewed the horizon, I...
Lyrical Field Journal
A favorite time of year in June is to witness hens leading ducklings paddling around the lake. Tonight, a Mallard and brood come ashore to forage ripe, American Elm seeds from the sandy beach. These tan seeds, toasted by sunshine, are only a seasonal delicacy to feast...
Lyrical Field Journal
Hidden Labors When apple and plum trees flower in the middle of May, they give off sweet scents attracting pollinators. Before long breezes loosen their white and pink petals; the result is strewn confetti, proof of many celebrations. One of these happy events is the...
