After a week of stunning bright clouds, our sun crossed the equator on March 20, at 5:58 p.m. - for its Vernal Equinox.
A River Runs Through It
“Little Wing,” as Damascus second graders call him, hatched at my place on March 11. His chrysalis, near my thumb, had been “home” for six months.
A single monarch migrant reached Baton Rouge
LA on February 28. In July, descendants will visit Narrowsburg.
Three females (left) and a male (below right) relax in the Delaware River near Cochecton on 2/21.
"Maples in winter have a listening look,
Gray branch, gray bole,
Still are the bird songs, quiet is the brook, /
Awakening will come overnight...
— Inez George Gridley
Sometimes a rural bridge fits so well it seems timeless as the river—as befits our 1902 Milanville bridge, viewed from a local farm, with snow as a backdrop.
“Diadem” is a traditional word for “jeweled crown”—sculpted here by splashing water, Arctic air and hydrogen atoms bonding into points and curlicues.
“Beauty always grows in wild, untended places. /
All you need for harvesting is a seeing heart.”“In Wild Places” by Inez George Gridley
The tough sheath of this Skunk Cabbage plant holds flowers that will bloom in March to entice early fly species to their pollen.
I made the picture on January 21, with the thermometer at five degrees.
January 13, 2019
During a hard freeze on Sunday morning, a trickle of water in a ditch had congealed into these squiggles and curliques—like bizarre fossils from a vanished sea.
And I wondered if even NASA’s powerful computers—loaded with equations and numbers—had the power to analyze it.