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This, as you might imagine, is pretty humbling to me.
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(Hope your Easter’s happy!)
by Hugh MacLeod, shared under Creative Commons license.
I get these great cartoons via email each morning; some days they’re sweet like this one, but more often they’re irreverent in a way that tickles the creative part of my spirit.
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(not you guys, of course, or you)
But you… yes you, looking over my shoulder as I write.
(and you too, faraway, but not invisible)
You think you know me? You think what I write here is the truth of me? The truth of us?
Pfft!
I can be anything… go anywhere… do anything… be anyone, here.
How would you know otherwise, really?
I can write any story, create any truth…
You’ll believe what you want… read your own truth into whatever I write, but know this:
I write with the knowledge of you, there, always.
What you create from my stories is your truth, not mine… a mirror of what’s inside you.
You’ve a very convenient window into what you imagine to be my world, but this is not my world. This is a story I tell to entertain myself.
Sometimes I write to entertain you… or to annoy you, maybe, just a little.
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(Of course you know that, right?)
Russell is a plant geek that works for the Pinelands Preservation Alliance and while not technically a total stranger to me, I couldn’t resist this photo of him in his element.
This photo is #5 in my 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at Flickr 100 Strangers or www.100Strangers.com
You have to kind of wonder when, on a trip for the earliest blooming flower in the Pine Barrens, you step out of the car to find most everyone on their knees in the sand, peering into the vegetation with hand lenses or macro lenses.
What the heck?
I wondered just what bag of goods the Pinelands Preservation Alliance (via MevetS) had sold me on this trip… as if the setting on a bombing range weren’t crazy enough!
These tiny plants and their diminutive *flowers* were our focus.
My focus on them was never very good, by the way, because they’re so darn tiny!
Broom Crowberry is a very special plant, not only because it’s among the earliest of bloomers, but also because it’s quite rare outside of the pine plains habitat. Plant geeks seem to love it, despite its drab appearance. I was sort of less-than-excited about it cause I wanted SPRING! and PINK! and FLASHY! but whatever.
This attitude is probably exactly why I need to go on these trips… don’t you think?
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I love the Pine Barrens, but its beauty is very subtle. It doesn’t give away its treasures easily, I know. You have to drive and then hike past thousands of pitch pines and scrub oaks, get lost countless times on sugar sand roads that all look the same, sweat and freeze and question your sanity and then, maybe, she shows you something wonderful for your efforts.
Where it grows well, Broom Crowberry grows in great mats across the sand… it likes to be out in the open under the sun and flourishes, according to plant geeks who study these things, in areas of disturbance… hence our visit to the bombing range (and the area near some power lines where these photos were taken). Like so many Pine Barrens endemics, it’s well-adapted to fire… in areas that aren’t regularly burned (or bombed!) it’s shaded out by tall trees or shrubs.
We learned that botanists (among them Alexander Wilson of ornithological fame) traveled from Philadelphia to the Pinelands to find these plants and Thoreau described Broom Crowberry as “a soft, springy bed for the wayfarer”.
Indeed.
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Of all the crazy places I’ve been birding… sewerage treatment facilities, nuclear power plants, landfills… this takes the cake, I think.
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And mostly we were looking for wildflowers.
(And not ever in the target range, at least I don’t think so!)
Photo from the Warren Grove Gunnery Range in the heart of the pygmy pine forest of the NJ Pine Barrens.
The really nice breezes blow through my body and into my soul. ~Astrid Alauda
There is a muscular energy in sunlight corresponding to the spiritual energy of wind. ~Annie Dillard
Forget not that the earth likes to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. ~Kahlil Gibran
I listen to the wind, the wind of my soul. ~Cat Stevens
The sky and the strong wind have moved the spirit inside me till I am carried away trembling with joy. ~ Uvavnuk