Tag Archives: nature
In the Clouds
World Oceans Day (photo essay)
Expansive and deep,
beautiful but volatile,
ample force to turn
vessels to splinters.
Teeming with life,
ceaselessly churning,
an indefatigable
dynamo.
Kissed by the sun,
caressed by the winds,
extolled by poets
and sailors alike.
Sustainer of life
as we know it on Earth,
yet with all its
grandeur and might…
still fragile.
What could be big enough to threaten and endanger our oceans (and thus our planet)?
Microplastics.
Microplastics particles, which are smaller than five millimeters in size, likely pose a massive environmental and human health risk when they enter our natural waterways.
Toxins including DDT, BPA and pesticides adhere to the particles, and because they can resemble plankton, they’re often ingested by small aquatic life. The toxins biomagnify as they move up the food chain, accumulating in birds, fish, marine mammals and potentially humans.
June 8th, 2015 is World Oceans Day.
What can we do to help “turn the tide” on the dangerous amounts of plastics polluting the oceans?
- We can work to increase awareness of the issue. Here’s a video of how one artist is doing that: Invisible Ocean: Plankton and Plastic. But it doesn’t have to be that complicated.
- We can choose not to buy and use products that contain plastic microbeads (as in certain brands of toothpaste, facial cleansers, soaps…).
- We can avoid using disposable plastic bags. (Take the Better Bag Challenge.)
These may seem like small steps toward tackling such a large problem ( just “a drop in the ocean,” so to speak), but that’s how things get done. Small actions lead to big changes.
Let’s act today.
Thanks to Jane (Just Another Nature Enthusiast) and her challenge at UNLESS: Earth-friendly Chroniclers: Challenge 11~ “Healthy Oceans – Healthy Planet” for the inspiration.
– – it Doesn’t Always Hit the Fan
The Many Faces of Weeds (photo essay)
Wordless Wednesday 5.27.15
It’s Great Blue Heron Week in Portland, Oregon.

While Sitting on the Porch
While sitting on the porch
of the rustic cabin in the quiet pine forest,
I sense the faint beginnings
of the restoration of my soul.
I scan the wooded vistas,
seeing so much farther than
the usual confines of my restricted horizons,
seeing so much deeper into the reaches
of my self-forsaken heart.
Listening to the magpies
and the ospreys and jays, and
those pale green birds with the
beautiful songs that dance across the air,
I feel my inner voice begin to hum,
seeking out that melody that has for far too long
been scorned into silence.
I inhale deeply of the fresh forest air,
and I am finally able to exhale, long and slow,
releasing the toxic fear and tension
that I have been holding inside me
as if it were my last dying breath.
I can abide comfortably for once
among the trusted few that accompany me.
A light joke, a sweet hug…
fists and jaw and heart unclenching
like a leaf unfolding into new growth,
I open to the freedom that is offered
in the security of this sacred environment.
It is the quenching of a thirst long overdue.
Amidst the stillness of nature,
my own nature steps tentatively forward,
and I welcome my reawakening soul
as one would welcome the arrival of an old friend…
while sitting on the porch.
Shipwreck (photo essay)
Forces of Nature ~ ~
Constructed by the power of
human ingenuity,
skill and
strength.
Deconstructed by the forces of
wind,
tidal action,
salt corrosion,
shifting sands,
sea creatures,
and the most stealthy factor of them all …
time.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Forces of Nature
Levels of Intricacy
There are three kinds in this world…
First, there are those who live simple, calm lives. They dress in subdued shades, can often be found in repose under shady trees, and if you listen carefully, you can hear them softly chanting peaceful mantras as they sway in the gentle spring breeze.
Then, there are those who are more flamboyant, more vibrant. Their lives are more complex and convoluted, but they like it that way. They like the limelight… er, sunlight, and while they remain — for the most part — rooted in reality, you will often find them just bobbing their heads in rhythm to a tune only they can hear.
And lastly, there are those “unique” characters who…
well… you know who I’m talking about.
Which kind are you?
Weekly Photo Challenge: Intricate






























