...because the computer is unplugged. i don't know how this will turn out.... It's an experiment.
My babies are growing.
We've been exploring January treasures along our favorite sanctuaries.
(like the photo below: a true sanctuary, the space swampy and open between a walmart and a subdivision.)
folks' place in pville
our back yard
I can hear the train whistle and the frogs.
I hope to come back to this and caption the photos. It's my favorite thing to be led by my pictures.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
http://www.orionmagazine.org/index.php/articles/article/6682/ <------- here is another great article from orion on ecopsychology. occaisonally they'll feature a printed article online.
|a nativity i've had since 2nd grade, one of my treasures. the porcelain pieces are no larger than an inch high. yoda tops off my evolving spirituality. wink.|
|my broken foot initially allowed some more sitting time....i call this one "shoe box #1". maybe the flash wasn't a good idea?|
|...as well as presenting more opportunities to play on my christmas present. :) ty thrifted it for me...it's missing a few tuning pegs but it's got that great tinny banjo sound that, in my opinion, improves with age..|
|january. finding the wild within the cold; the low angled sunshine on our shoulders...(makes us happy...)|
|stretching out along the horizon in the late afternoon, me and linky, when the sunsets are orange and blue.|
|scampering along a slice of land bordered by freeways. we walk everyday. there a few wild nooks within a walking distance from our home. our favorites are short drives away.|
|there it is, left-center, sprawling, sanctuary.|
|mugwort in it's winter duds.|
|horehound, not native, but prolific around the river. i've always wanted to try horehound candy and be like laura ingalls.|
|effie yeaw nature preserve|
|plant walk with local enthusiasts....learning about the willow and it's uses in basketry and tule houses.|
|the bluest blue. before gold mining the river shores were grassy and sandy, perfect for maidu villages. after hydrolic mining the eroded hills came tumbling down as rocks, lining the whole river.|
|little snuffler going for a ride. typical. he's usually on my back.|
|little sawhet owl. sounds like a mewing kitten in the wild. once, as a teen, i heard one calling throughout the night. i got on my boots, grabbed the maglite, and roused my brothers to help me find the lost wild kitten in the woods. nope.|
|blue vervain, menagogue, herb of the poets and bards......or so i've heard. (you think someone who blogged mainly in photos would take nicer pictures.....)|
|wetlands right outside of sacramento. they (who?) built the sac airport right along the main stretch of bird migratory routes. great. tyler says the airport has the 2nd highest amount of birdstikes in the nation.|
|teddy sorting out one of his many treasure trays.|
|fishbones, gold thread. bark heart.|
|unloading wood. at this very moment he is building the shelves for our "library." our house has the wild, messy look of remodeling and creativity. ;-p (yeah...that's what it's called.) he smells sweet like sawdust.|
|flashback: ty and our tiny guy in the wilds of nevada.|
|turkey tails..... currently being used in experimental cancer treatments.|
|a very purple specimen.|
|yarrow. one of my favorites. it speaks to me.|