Total Solar Eclipse

37.6049° N, 88.3847° W

The light is starting to change. The contrast and saturation drops. You start to feel something, but you’re not sure. Do you feel it yet? Oh yes, now I feel it. You are in a dream now. 90 degrees cools to a tolerable temperature. Little fish are frantic in the lake, we see a snake, an egret perches in the tree, a rose mallow folds up, a couple looks at the sun and moon coming together. It’s happening. The moon and sun are becoming one, beads of light appear, then the diamond ring. The glasses come off and you hear the collective gasp. You cannot describe or photograph this event and understand what it is like. There are mediocre comparisons, but it’s not really describable.

It is nothing like a partial eclipse. The image of the corona around the moon burns into you, your heart is open, you might cry, but you don’t. There is an instinct to run, or to die, or to jump into eternity, but you’re already there. Or maybe you remember being born now. You are an animal. Time stops and speeds up. You are on another planet. The light flashes and flushes back over the world back. 2 minutes and 37 seconds have passed. It’s over.

Bison in the Hoodoos, Wild Horses in the Lavender Buttes

46.9790° N, 103.5387° W

Kingbirds, wild horses, kestrels, elk, tiger salamanders, red-tailed hawks, mule deer and pronghorns inhabit the land, water and air of Theodore Roosevelt National Park. But they do not understand this designation, or that they park they inhabit belongs to Little Missouri Grassland. They do not know that 10,000 feet beneath their habitat are layers of dolomite and shale, and that this is where petroleum can be sourced.

Theodore Roosevelt National Park

The Earth Is a Descendent of the Sky

43.8554° N, 102.3397° W

The earth is a descendant of the sky. It allows itself to be what it is. Nature has no ego. It is raw, unedited, essential, the seductive dream our cities have just before twilight. We awaken from everything we forgot about ourselves when we enter the realm of nature. In the city, we live our days without crushing pine needles as we walk, or discovering mossy rocks full of macrocosmic worlds of lichen and red-stemmed feather moss. I wonder often, could I leave the city, could I live inside a dream of the trees? But how would I choose one place to live? And who would share such a life with me?

Tiny Worlds of the Taiga

42.0943° N, 93.5700° W

Scalloped-edged lichen unfold into paper-thin leafy waves of ashen sea-green. Old pine bark pushes up into patterns and around limbs on branches and trunks where bryophytes and bright green mosses sprout spores. Tiny worlds cover everything, but who notices in the company of white pine, birch and cedar.


Wetlands, Dunes & Old Growth Forests

41.6533° N, 87.0524° W

Quiet marshes around the southern edge of Lake Michigan are the legacy left by glaciers over 14,000 years ago. Groves of trees outline the edges of the Great Marsh, protecting expansive wetlands that purify water, filter pollutants, and facilitate storm drainage. Open ponds are hemmed by sways of cattails, also providing filtration. The dunes and wetlands provide a buffer between the lake and the land, protecting inland ecosystems from flooding and damaging winds. American beach grass and other plants root into the sand, stabilizing dunes that, in turn, minimize beach erosion.

These ecosystems invite me to hope, if I deeply contemplate these interwoven systems that balance fragility with an abstruse resilience. There is profound wisdom in the communities that nature creates.

Indiana Dunes National Lakeshore


Cuyahoga River Fires and the EPA

41.2808° N, 81.5678° W

While it is still designated by the EPA as one of the 43 contaminated sites within the Great Lakes Areas of Concern, the Cuyahoga River was the catalyst for establishing the National Environmental Protection Agency January 1, 1970 and the Clean Water Act in 1972.

Until 1969, the Cuyahoga river caught fire 13 times due to pollution from Steel Mills, starting as early as 1868. Over 100 years would pass before President Nixon would propose to regulate pollution through the creation of the EPA.

Cuyahoga River & Cuyahoga National Park

Flint in the Hills Where the Tallgrass Grows

38.4426° N, 96.5730° W

A thousand eyelashes of hairy grama and buffalo grass fail to be still in the gentle gusts of wind as the sun descends. Chartreuse thickets of grass turn brilliant yellow at the top, an ombré of grasses, a million long-stems. Repeating. Repeating. Repeating in the wind. An ecstatic frisson erupting from earth’s joy.

Tallgrass prairie once spanned 170 million acres across the US. Now less than 4% remains. The rocky soil of the Flint Hills prevented early farmers from tilling the land, inadvertently preserving the largest expanse of this unique ecosystem in the US.