Place the loop at the end of the rope around your wrist, gather the rope in short loops hanging from the same hand, grasp the net at its center with weighted skirt hanging down. Hold out the edge of the skirt with your other hand. Now, turn from your hip and throw! Better, find a Cajun fisherman to teach you! The Gulf of Mexico yields its nutritious abundance to the skilled danseuse du filet.
O God, you are my God; eagerly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you, my flesh faints for you, as in a barren and dry land where there is no water.Psalm 63:1
It was a hot summer day. I had been butterfly counting for hours and was dripping sweat and running low on water. Time to head for air conditioning. Then I walked up on this little brood, secure in their well-reinforced basket hanging from a branch of a small tree swaying gently in the breeze. Stop. Ponder the wonder of it all.
Sand is a good writing medium. You’ve seen the photos on social media: a drone’s eye view of a marriage proposal or a love note stomped in sand. Advertiser’s use it, too, although their messages in the sand are AI generated, I’m sure. In fact, it’s such a popular concept you can now go to various platforms online and create a greeting card depicting a sand message signed by you! I prefer writings left in the sand by surf interacting with bits of shell and other beach detritus. One of the photos in my #TrackingTide series is titled “Peace Offering…
There’s something profound about coming eye-to-eye with a non-human creature, especially a wild one. It shrinks the distance between you and them, the species difference, the size difference, the physical differences, and more. Of course I don’t know exactly how the other creature experiences our encounter. I know I spooked a white-tail deer by locking eyes with her. Up went her flag and off she went. But she had good reason to be afraid. I was holding a compound bow with an arrow nocked. This barred owl, on the other hand, sat quietly and stared back at me and my…
Edge & Essence 