Brainwaves

High Pressure

High Pressure

High pressure
Pressure could be defined as something unwanted in the human vernacular.
For our feathered friends returning to the boreal forest for the abundance and safety that exist in necessity for raising their young, pressure means easier flying conditions, clear skies, not a lot of wind and plenty of sunshine.
Today in the high-pressure...


Traveling seed on the wings of a teal

Traveling seed on the wings of a teal

As we are finished with our production season we are starting to get time to breath in the crisp air and harvest the wild abundance from the land that we cherish.
Here is a little quick note I wrote on a peculiar little ray flower.
Which came first, the duck or the seed?
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Cotton floating on the air

Cotton floating on the air

Cotton floating/suspended as if the air were a thick as water

Barometric pressure is low

Rising nimbus surrounds us

Insects fly low to the surface

The friction of wing beats across air molecules decreases

Fish rising to the surface

With an expanded swim bladder

In part from the effect of the change in the physical property of air upon wings of the winged

The slow fly is sure to meet the salmon’s eye whose ballast has just emptied

The sun doesn’t sleep now

The feasts have begun

Eggs...


My grandpa's gun

My grandpa's gun

My grandpa’s gun

 

When I was about 10 my grandpa gave me his 22. Winchester single shot bolt action rifle. 

My stepdad and him spent a lot of time cleaning it before my birthday. It was an excellent squirrel and rabbit gun.  It wasn’t super load so it didn’t scare off too many squirrels in our pecan grove near the Neosho River in south eastern Kansas when I went after them.

I became very proficient at that old iron sighted gun as a brick of 22. Shells didn’t cost much.

I knew many...


Change happens slowly over generations or not at all.

Change happens slowly over generations or not at all.

My first son Oscar is turning 4 today.

He was born during a blizzard. We were worried he might be born during a blizzard. We would have preferred a home birth but due to our distance from town our midwifes said it was too risky.  We hit the road around 1 am in “trusty rusty” my 2001 chevy Silverado.  Locked in the 4x4 with our studded tires and we headed to town as the windshield projected views of what star-wars had shown us as what warp speed was to look like.  Snow plows getting stuck on the...