Gathering up some loose acorns, collecting them here by the hearth: One cluster of book reviews about the Pacific Northwest are right here, another here and yet another over here.
A conversation with a renowned "green architect" from Seattle is posted here and another one with a semi-grouchy Bellingham birding master is posted here.
"Ish River"-- like breath, like mist rising from a hillside. Duwamish, Snohomish, Stillaguamish, Samish, Skokomish, Skykomish...all the ish rivers. I live in Ish River country between two mountain ranges where many rivers run down to an inland sea. --Robert Sund, Skagit Valley scribe
15 February 2006
Tim McNulty's Sourdough Mountain Poems
One of Ish River Country's finest poets, Tim McNulty, who lives on the Olympic Peninsula near the town of Sequim, recently published a new book of verse entitled "Through High Still Air." The chapbook collects his poetry that was composed on top of Sourdough Peak in the North Cascades--he spent last summer working up there in a fire lookout, coincidentally 50 years after Gary Snyder's famous poetry-writing stint at the same lookout.
McNulty recently shared a few of his new poems at a reading at the Lucia Douglas Gallery in Bellingham as part of their excellent "Poetry as Art" series--he read to a standing room-only crowd, surrounded by an exhibition of paintings of trees by different artists. Here's one of my favorites, which was distributed as a limited-edition broadside:
"Night, Sourdough Mountain Lookout"
A late-summer sun
threads the needles of McMillan Spires
and disappears in a reef of coral cloud.
Winds roll the mountain trees,
batter the shutter props.
I light a candle with the coming dark.
Its reflection in the window glass
flickers over mountains and shadowed valleys
seventeen miles north to Canada.
Not another light.
The lookout is a dim star
anchored to a rib of the planet
like a skiff to a shoal
in a wheeling sea of stars.
Night sky at full flood.
Wildly awake.
--Tim McNulty
(When he read the "lookout is a dim star" section, I got goosebumps. Maybe you had to be there, or maybe you just need to have some experience with the highcountry of the North Cascades...)
You can purchase his book at Amazon or directly from his publisher, Pleasure Boat Studio.
More information on the cultural history of fire lookouts in the North Cascades here.
north cascades
14 February 2006
Lost & Found Fotos
Rare owlet
Here's one more photo of an owlet--this one is a rare "Night Jar" owlet from Papau New Guinea in Indonesia. Scientists there recently surveyed a small patch of jungle and discovered entirely new species of frogs and birds and flowers. It is amazing to me that there are still creatures out that we haven't "discovered" yet. Another good argument for careful conservation of the planet's biosphere...
Owlets
Breaking ground on my first blog here, I celebrate with an image of one of my favorite creatures, the owlet. In this case, they are barn owlets.
Today is sunny and misty in the Belly, though the weatherman is calling for snow later today and tomorrow. It is cold outside and smells like snow, but this morning is full of sunlight and green shoots emerging from the ground. My witch hazel plant is full of flowers, as are the jasmine vine and winter honeysuckle. Seems we are perched perfectly between winter and spring, with little doubt about which way things will turn.
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