Happy Earth Month!!
This gal hugging a giant Cottonwood Tree on a trail at the Grand Canyon during a rafting trip on the Colorado River
Once upon a time while volunteering at a local Household Hazardous Waste Day event I asked a driver who had left his vehicle running, in a no-idle zone, “excuse me sir, would you please turn off your vehicle you are in a no-idle zone” (while he was chit-chatting with others nearby, it had been over a few reasonable minutes before I decided to pipe up).
He immediately proceeded to call me names “I bet you are a dirt worshiper & tree hugger” and while those descriptions may be accurate he forgot a few like “water conservationist, public lands advocate & nature lover” and by-the-way the driver was completely in the wrong but that’s OK because I bet now, even years later, he still remembers me & my request and perhaps is a bit more conscious of this simple eco-healthy request because I kept my cool, my face grew wide with a smile as I calmly stated, matter of fact, “regardless of my characteristic traits I still need you to either move your vehicle or simply turn it off”; begrudgingly he slipped back into his vehicle and left.
Looking back into my years on this earth, two before Earth Day was officially recognized, I can’t say with certainty when my passion for conservation, nature, land stewardship, wildlife protections and all the little things that make a big difference in a world started calling to me into action.
In the 11th grade, I expressed an interests to my high school guidance counselor about joining the Peace Corps; they assist partnering countries with locally prioritized projects in agriculture, education, health, promote world peace and friendship while fostering cultural exchange. He, my guidance counselor, didn’t hesitate in saying, and I quote, “you don’t have any skills to offer”.
Those words fell across my ears, as I let them soak in and not completely darken my dream.
Within me I felt I had the chutzpah, a drive to make a difference, even in those earlier years.
He immediately proceeded to call me names “I bet you are a dirt worshiper & tree hugger” and while those descriptions may be accurate he forgot a few like “water conservationist, public lands advocate & nature lover” and by-the-way the driver was completely in the wrong but that’s OK because I bet now, even years later, he still remembers me & my request and perhaps is a bit more conscious of this simple eco-healthy request because I kept my cool, my face grew wide with a smile as I calmly stated, matter of fact, “regardless of my characteristic traits I still need you to either move your vehicle or simply turn it off”; begrudgingly he slipped back into his vehicle and left.
Looking back into my years on this earth, two before Earth Day was officially recognized, I can’t say with certainty when my passion for conservation, nature, land stewardship, wildlife protections and all the little things that make a big difference in a world started calling to me into action.
In the 11th grade, I expressed an interests to my high school guidance counselor about joining the Peace Corps; they assist partnering countries with locally prioritized projects in agriculture, education, health, promote world peace and friendship while fostering cultural exchange. He, my guidance counselor, didn’t hesitate in saying, and I quote, “you don’t have any skills to offer”.
Those words fell across my ears, as I let them soak in and not completely darken my dream.
Within me I felt I had the chutzpah, a drive to make a difference, even in those earlier years.
There were no words of encouragement offered on how I might get there, formulate a plan, he simply stated I should reconsider because I was ill-equipped.
As my timeline will show, I did. I walked out of his office not shattered but rather choosing a subject that was easy for me to dive further into.
It’s funny, fast-forwarding a couple of decades a coworker of mine had shared in her past work history, she had been a part of the peace corps and the skills she offered weren’t something that she knew before arriving, she was trained; the region she was in very much needed sanitation.
Toilets, washrooms, bathrooms, commodes but not what most of us are accustomed to utilizing for excrement & urination needs; it was to help a community build an area that was in essence contained pit toilets with an area to wash their hands to prevent the spread of disease.
I listened to her stories that transcended a couple of years thinking back to my expressed interest internally nodding “I could’ve done that, I could dig holes, I could dig trenches, I certainty could have aided a community in basic sanitation needs.”
The hard truth is that I allowed one persons beliefs to sway me, have a hand in shifting the shape of my future.
Perhaps it was fate or simply my destiny to never join the Peace Corps but if I’m honest I have been seizing opportunities to fully immerse myself in a path of giving over my growing years, joining events for a plethora of organizations & nonprofits investing selflessly to missions that I believe are for the benefit of our community.
The saying it takes a village is somewhat cliché, but honestly, it holds the truth.
I’m a girl who will say “No, I don’t any need help”, “I can do it on my own” or “No thanks, I’ve got it” but when it comes to others needing a hand, I oftentimes allow myself to overcommit wanting to be there to assist in any way I can, lending a caring hand.
Starkist Dolphin Safe Tuna was one of my first virtual movements; I still have my t-shirt “Thanks Starkist” albeit a bit tattered.
In 2007, I was part of a steering committee that coordinated a rally in New Hampshire at our state capital for Bill McKibben’s Step-it-Up Climate Campaign to encourage Congress to adopt science-based legislation. I was pretty pumped and proud that day having a lineup of like minded speakers across local government, non-profits, elected officials and attendees in numbers that looked like the most recent No-Kings rally.
As my timeline will show, I did. I walked out of his office not shattered but rather choosing a subject that was easy for me to dive further into.
It’s funny, fast-forwarding a couple of decades a coworker of mine had shared in her past work history, she had been a part of the peace corps and the skills she offered weren’t something that she knew before arriving, she was trained; the region she was in very much needed sanitation.
Toilets, washrooms, bathrooms, commodes but not what most of us are accustomed to utilizing for excrement & urination needs; it was to help a community build an area that was in essence contained pit toilets with an area to wash their hands to prevent the spread of disease.
I listened to her stories that transcended a couple of years thinking back to my expressed interest internally nodding “I could’ve done that, I could dig holes, I could dig trenches, I certainty could have aided a community in basic sanitation needs.”
The hard truth is that I allowed one persons beliefs to sway me, have a hand in shifting the shape of my future.
Perhaps it was fate or simply my destiny to never join the Peace Corps but if I’m honest I have been seizing opportunities to fully immerse myself in a path of giving over my growing years, joining events for a plethora of organizations & nonprofits investing selflessly to missions that I believe are for the benefit of our community.
The saying it takes a village is somewhat cliché, but honestly, it holds the truth.
I’m a girl who will say “No, I don’t any need help”, “I can do it on my own” or “No thanks, I’ve got it” but when it comes to others needing a hand, I oftentimes allow myself to overcommit wanting to be there to assist in any way I can, lending a caring hand.
Starkist Dolphin Safe Tuna was one of my first virtual movements; I still have my t-shirt “Thanks Starkist” albeit a bit tattered.
I’m on the road still so I can’t snap a selfie pic wearing it - I borrowed these from the web
In 2007, I was part of a steering committee that coordinated a rally in New Hampshire at our state capital for Bill McKibben’s Step-it-Up Climate Campaign to encourage Congress to adopt science-based legislation. I was pretty pumped and proud that day having a lineup of like minded speakers across local government, non-profits, elected officials and attendees in numbers that looked like the most recent No-Kings rally.
Ah, yes, there it is.
Politics and the environment.
They are entwined like that peanut butter & jelly sandwich I typically bring on a hike for my midday sustenance.
Unlike my sammi I consume eagerly I find myself, at times, being a bit tender footed when it comes to swallowing current politics.
Actually, that’s a lie, of sorts, the at times part of it, because I am very passionate about protecting & preserving our public lands and waterways.
Before my career in Financial Data Management I was a self-proclaimed guru in the Cost Accounting arena having easily navigated that topic in collage I decided to pursue that path; it treated me well professionally.
I bet you wouldn’t have guessed that before that I was actually a Poly-Sci Major.
Yup, a degree in Political Science was where I was initially headed but alas the draw into numbers and manufacturing won my focus but I still chose to dabble in the social science of politics and eventually became a full fledged citizen scientist.
That didn’t happen overnight, it was an evolution over many years and no degree is required you invest yourself in a topic of interest and learn by reading, being engaged, actively listening, adapting approaches to problems with unique solutions, dig deep and continually seek information that’s updated arming yourself with science-based knowledge.
Honestly, as the internet became more powerful so did my quest and engagement opportunities along with making the conscious decision what business to work for was paramount.
Interesting fact, while I was seeking employment in the early 2000’s I’d received two near identical offers by two very different manufacturing companies.
The choice was simple, to change the world one spoonful of yogurt at a time versus changing lives through chemicals.
I was stoked to join the family at Yogurt Works where the foundation of Stonyfield Organic Yogurt was built on the mission to change the world—specifically by focusing on "healthy food, healthy people, healthy planet, and healthy business”. My role was primarily about the numbers but while there I was able to do so much more alongside others in environmental politics and volunteerism engagement.
We, at Stonyfield, had a saying that was about being MAD, which was to Make a Difference; as employees we were given paid time off to volunteer for nonprofits; I loved that facet of my job.
Stonyfield aka Yogurt Works
During those years, I was also an elected official in local town government, held a host of roles for charities & nonprofits, volunteered for as many if not more organizations and school events, master of healthy snacks galore and even coached a bit for drama.
You’ll find with me, I won’t regurgitate nor lecture about how I feel, my beliefs, rather I’ll gently immerse my hopes that you will at least have an open mind, listen and maybe consider changing a few habits or perhaps join me in lending a helping hand.
I’ve never understood why some people behave as they do, continually take, take, take thinking there will be no dramatic repercussion.
Today, I will state it plainly, our planet is under attack from the inside.
A villain not of the masked kind but one that creeps around corners and hides in darkened rooms cutting deals that are stealing and threatening our public lands, waterways, animals and eco-systems.
Ironically, a gal whose career was all about data is not a fan of data centers or AI and all of the resources required, primarily water that goes into using not our brains but chatGBT and artificial Intelligence I’m simply not trusting of.
As our season on the road winds down I’d be remised if I didn’t share a few observations along our routes the past six months.
In Washington, Utah, Idaho, Montana, and Colorado we witnessed snow pack that was MIA; don’t you “I’m not a fan of winter anyway” folks dare snicker because this is actually a tragic situation that has extreme far reaching consequences.
Literally, during the same time-frame these mountain ranges were capped with snow blanketed deep into the valleys below are bare; virtually naked of the life sustaining white stuff.
As our season on the road winds down I’d be remised if I didn’t share a few observations along our routes the past six months.
In Washington, Utah, Idaho, Montana, and Colorado we witnessed snow pack that was MIA; don’t you “I’m not a fan of winter anyway” folks dare snicker because this is actually a tragic situation that has extreme far reaching consequences.
Literally, during the same time-frame these mountain ranges were capped with snow blanketed deep into the valleys below are bare; virtually naked of the life sustaining white stuff.
Feet, not inches, of what is truly needed for a water resource simply isn't there.
States have already issued drought declarations for watersheds due to low snowpack and multiple years of precipitation deficits; I’d strongly suggest folks start conserving now because it’s only going to get worse as it dries up, predictions are high, the likelihood of a strong El Niño developing by summer and lasting into 2027.
Meaning, forecasts of significant warming in the Pacific, potentially reaching "Super El Niño" status.
What’s ironic is that many regions are being hit hard with a deluge of atmospheric rain causing floods and destruction.
Dare I state that this is sadly becoming our new normal?! One region coping with natural disasters with a government that threatens no support unless they bend a certain knee or make concessions while they deny, deny, deny the truth and strip environmental protections.
Climate change is real people!
Dare I state that this is sadly becoming our new normal?! One region coping with natural disasters with a government that threatens no support unless they bend a certain knee or make concessions while they deny, deny, deny the truth and strip environmental protections.
Climate change is real people!
We have been warned and while some routinely deny the existence of science based facts others (like me) not only believe the inconvenient truth but live our daily lives respecting the Earth and Mother Nature’s resources.
The plight of the Colorado River I’ve witnessed firsthand and water is life; literally!
We lived for a decade in the Valley of the Sun (Arizona) and while visiting the southwest the past four winters we’ve stood looking at the horrific water levels of both Lake Mead & Lake Powell as it’s receded hundreds of feet leaving docks & boat launches completely dry.
Water levels are not inches but in multiples of feet lower than ever before; it’s a dramatic statistic that has received press and is receiving intense political pressure while states argue over water rights.
A few writings back a theme developed as my thoughts spilled onto the page. I came to realize that season of overlanding all had a common denominator ~ WATER!
Yup, simplified into each of its drops is always a draw to serenity as we would find a place to stop and boondocks.
Water ... seeking for serenity, seeking water to fish, seeking for hydration, seeking water to cook, seeking to clean, seeking water to bath, the land is thirsty and seeks water; if only my tears weren’t of salt for I’ll willingly shed to refill a watershed.
The plight of the Colorado River I’ve witnessed firsthand and water is life; literally!
We lived for a decade in the Valley of the Sun (Arizona) and while visiting the southwest the past four winters we’ve stood looking at the horrific water levels of both Lake Mead & Lake Powell as it’s receded hundreds of feet leaving docks & boat launches completely dry.
Water levels are not inches but in multiples of feet lower than ever before; it’s a dramatic statistic that has received press and is receiving intense political pressure while states argue over water rights.
A few writings back a theme developed as my thoughts spilled onto the page. I came to realize that season of overlanding all had a common denominator ~ WATER!
Yup, simplified into each of its drops is always a draw to serenity as we would find a place to stop and boondocks.
Water ... seeking for serenity, seeking water to fish, seeking for hydration, seeking water to cook, seeking to clean, seeking water to bath, the land is thirsty and seeks water; if only my tears weren’t of salt for I’ll willingly shed to refill a watershed.
Life Sustaining Water!!
I’m not trained formally in climate science, but I am a citizen scientist who believes in science based facts; our Earth is under attack.
I use this word attack once before above because it’s difficult describing using softer words the intense visuals I’ve seen through my own eyes standing on the edge of a lake, river, stream and on a screen from around the globe.
Climate change, global warming; Mother Nature’s pissed her storms of destruction for which we have virtually no protection.
Deniers of climate change have certainly felt the wrath of their blindness but do they state that they were wrong after all of their belongings are swept away, a wildfire ravages neighborhoods or droughts threaten life and livelihoods?
Their unwillingness to admit is surreal with stakes that are higher than ever before.
If anything, the financial implications are real with insurance companies raising rates to underwrite claims due to flood, fire & hurricanes; all of us are paying that price, even me whose chosen to live a life of small imprint, my rates just went up.
Only You Can Prevent Forest Fires - especially now with the dramatic wide=spread budgetary cuts that are being propagated against the Forest Service
When I feel the earth beneath my feet my breath softens and as I standing under a tree my inner harmony increases.
As my hands touch the mossy ground I recognize the earth’s offer of peace.
A puzzle I am still invested in solving
I’ve aided in the restoration of habitat for the endangered New England Cottontail, spent copious hours afloat near loons hoping they’ll show me some leg so I can snap an image of their bands for database tracking, I’ve raked deer poop by the shovelful & cleaned mucky muck in the form of wet leaf debris from a bear enclosure to allow for free water flow facilitating the reopening of a science center, beach cleanups by the ocean waves were blustery fun, lake monitoring and invasive vegetation identification, fought to eliminate processed foods and food colorings, letter writing campaigns for land and water protection, serving on an active board of directors and as a trustee, conserving with others in a non-intrusive manner on topics they’ve asked “why are you so passionate about this?!
Getting MAD during beach cleanup - each of us can Make a Difference
Be Good to the Planet Even When No One is Watching!
Stonyfield helped facilitate the planting of over 500 saplings for habitat restoration of the Endangered New England Cottontail directly adjacent to Yogurt Works in Londonderry, NH
Running the Stonyfield 5K for the Endangered New England Cottontail
Part of my answer is “it’s not about me rather it’s about you”.
Yup, you and you didn't even known the causes I fought/fight for were/are to benefit of all of us!
Yup, you and you didn't even known the causes I fought/fight for were/are to benefit of all of us!
Using my unique voice to advocate for the places I find beautiful, of historical significance, keeping wildlife habitat pristine & unfragmented, cherishing serenity in the absence of man’s harsh ways of stripping & pilfering the lands or leaving residual waste defacing nature’s grace is a calling I’ll always answer.
Mid-terms elections are up next and my passion for the natural world, wildlife, public lands & waterways, and human rights are all on the ballot and we shall not remain quiet.
This picture was from an event I volunteered at prior to the 2020 elections that a host of hopeful candidates spoke on an array of climate related subjects to crowd of enthusiastic listeners; I am hopeful that Pete will consider running in this next round of presidential elections.
Being a steward of the land isn’t always simple, conscious choices are made. I’ll advocate for areas like the pristine Boundary Waters Canoe Area (BWCA) from nearby mining pollution, saying Hell No to Pebble Mine, keeping Public Lands in Public Hands, Follow the Frog Rainforest Alliance and a litany of others that focus on preservation and protection because we absolutely need it!
Candidates need to know that they are being held accountable for their votes on bills that support (or do not) protections of the Earth, our environment, human rights and not to sell of our Public Lands & Waterways for profit.
Make Earth Cool Again
Barefoot without hesitation my steps are heightened as I stand on the edge looking across the horizon.
I’ve looked into mines laced with tailings at giant with earthmovers that appear as small as matchbox cars erasing mountaintops in the name of progress, the hand of man continually raping the land.
Money isn’t something that I have had luxury to easily dispose of, to toss about freely or willy-nilly; it’s something that I methodically plan the spending of.
Living within my means is something I’ve always aspired, making a charitable donation instead of spending frivolously on an item I didn’t really need.
A legacy left behind, but isn’t that what it is, what we leave behind in our memory in our care; this land isn’t ours, we’re just temporary visitors on this tour.
A legacy left behind, but isn’t that what it is, what we leave behind in our memory in our care; this land isn’t ours, we’re just temporary visitors on this tour.
This land isn’t mine, this land isn’t yours but borrowed from future generations.
And when I say land that encompasses everything on it, water, plants, wildlife, landscape all of it belongs to We the People and don’t you ever forget it!
Ask yourself have I done enough?
Ask yourself have I done enough?
Should I have done more?
Should I have consumed less?
Is less truly more?
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For the Love of the World by Charlotte Tall Mountain
(I saved this card - it was sent to me after my engagement in our climate rally by one of the organizations that joined hosting a table that day)
Money for which I never had an abundance of so instead a giving of my time made a lot more sense.
In this gals Last Will and Testament I’ve left explicit instructions to donate a portion of my retirement savings that’s left to a few charitable organizations; sorry cherished non-profits but you’ll have to hold on until my dying day.
The reality of it is that I know I’m not a saving grace or Hail Mary for our planet but I also know that efforts like my own can compound into something beautiful, helping carving a path forward that isn’t filled with despair and destruction.
When I’m hiking I’ve got a kally-ism “leave no trace but that smile across your face”.
In the end, my end, I don’t want my time on earth to be witnessed as a burden rather a blessing as my ashes are carried off by a higher summit mountain updraft into the wind never to be seen again.
Transitioning my thoughts away from that day I yet to know and speaking of intense winds one of my favorite volunteer gigs is for the Mount Washington Observatory (MWOBS) as a week long live-in staying at the summit of Mt. Washington cooking, cleaning, greeting, entertaining and soaking in climate science as it is shared by their knowledgeable staff while they witness some of the most extreme weather on the planet.
This is a week long endeavor that is not for the lazy nor undriven, it requires you to be at your peak of giving as you work/volunteer sometimes more than a 10 hour day.
I believe those weeks were also filled with moments of pure joy as you have the opportunity to endure hurricane force winds one day and the absolute stillness under crisp skies dawning the Milky Way on a summit of 6,288 feet.
An added bonus, if you are lucky, is to witness a Broken Spectre of the famous Obs Tower while you are standing in blustery sunny wet foggy conditions that are puuurect for weather wondering.
Oh and double bonus was having Nimbus hang with you outside the Obs door as we watch the sun set casting a golden hue across the northern presidential range.
If you are still reading along, by now, you must be feeling my feels of how awesome it is to be a tiny integral part of nature or maybe you still don’t get the allure and that’s a-ok because you can always assist my fight of the good fight by being generous with a charitable donation to causes I deeply believe in.
In a few weeks I’ll be headed back to the summit of Mt. Washington as a returning Steward for the Mount Washington Observatory (MWOBS) 26th Annual Seek the Peak Hike-a-Thon!
I am returning as a steward for the Mount Washington Observatory's (MWOBS) 26th annual Seek the Peak Hike-A-Thon with a goal of raising both funds and awareness to the Obs' mission; maintaining a weather station on the summit of Mount Washington, performing weather and climate research, conducting innovative science education programs.
If you are interested in supporting me in one of my upcoming causes I encourage you to donate the MWOBS non-profit to help fund science on the mountain, advance understanding of the natural systems that create Earth's weather and climate.
This link will take you directly to my funding raising page I call "Seeking Mr. 6,288"
Yup, I’m on my way back to New Hampshire after almost six months away and I am very much looking forward to hitting some of my favorite trails with my tramily as I strive to remind folks of being a responsible outdoor recreationist and of the tools we have available to help us make well informed decisions as we plan that next adventure immersed nature.
One thing you can count on is that the RamblingsofKal always lead to an AdventurewithKal that’s woven by storytelling that I truly hope has at least some minuscule meaning to each of you.
In my heart, I’m a believer in love not hate, two four letter words that have diverse meanings that transcend across everything I do, I touch, I strive to protect.
My email & letter salutation wraps up my sentiment for the future of our existence as a human race, for as long as we take care of Mother Earth she’s going to take care of us but on the contrary if we continue to ignore the warnings staring us directly in the face … oooof karma can certainly be a b!t¢h!
I’d like to think, as I’m perhaps more than halfway through my existence, that my contributions to humanity, to the natural world, to those I’ve aided and those yet to come that my guidance counselors words only slightly altered my course.
The universe had spoken the day I was born for my soul only feels refueled when I’ve given of me the most.
One person can’t reshape but can they!?
One person interactions adjusting a timeline, one persons choices ripples in abundance, one persons willingness to give when they don’t have, one persons voice makes a difference, one persons presence is a gift to behold, one persons angst is another’s relief, one person can create a tsunami of hope.
My hope is that during this Earth Month you recognize Mother Nature and shower her with nurture; it’s not a day that I celebrate on April 22nd … well actually I celebrate a person … my sista’ has the coolest of birthday’s for on Earth Day she was born.
I’m a gal who loves to chase sunrises & sunsets, stare at the stars, seeking northern lights is more than an obsession in darkened skies, floating in the stillness as fog lifts as the day awakes and welcoming an embrace of family & friends I’ve not hugged in a while.
The world can be chaotic but with due diligence it can also be serene.
My query to each of you, not just a reader of my ramblings but as a body that’s inhabiting the only plant we know if clean air, clean water and a healthy planet is important to you?
Seriously, the generations that come next shouldn’t be left with a mess created because of laziness, gluttony and cowardice.
Using your voice and a bit of energy you can stop projects that threaten our planet and stop wake up for those that offer protections.
You’ve heard it before, it’s all connected, we are all connected, ecosystems that thrive or die depend on us, extinction is forever and wouldn’t that be something if We the People let it happen.
Silence isn’t an action but by virtue a statement in of itself.
Lyrics from a friends (Paul Nelson) song called Silent Majority, you should give it a listen!!
I guess really all I have to say can be boiled down into a few short words rather than all of them above is this … Respect your Mother, Earth that is and be sure to Take Action supporting a cause you believe in because every voice matters.
BTW it’s not too late to plant a tree because if we do this research gut generations after you & me will get to embrace it in a beautiful hug
Be kind, do good work & live in harmony,
Kally :-)
Make an Earth Pledge ~ an allegiance to the mountains, rivers, soil, and sky.
We have only one planet, it is irreplaceable, and should be cherished, treated with respect and protected for all by all.
P.S. During the month of April we also celebrate International Dark Skies Week for which is a beautiful time to turn of all of the unnecessary lights, grab a star gazing buddy, stand together and see into the night
Summit of Mt. Washington while volunteering for the Mount Washington Observatory (MWOBS) enjoying a still dark sky last September
Mother Earth is speaking to us but if we’d only intently listen.
Waves pull across pebble beaches as the moon does her nightly jig.
Thunder looms quietly in the distance as the scent of rain comes crashing in.
Rivers eddy while her banks are tattered and torn by events upriver she’s never known.
Snow offers flakes that quench our existence but our actions have melted their chance at creating life sustaining snowpack.
Fields feel barren of crops that feed our existence as humans debate water rights.
Trees standing longer than most Homo erectus have been on the Earth are timbered in the name of progress.
Rooted in Nature is a story of our past & future untold.
Fog hides away sins of man yet only momentarily for her lift unveils misery of man’s hand.
Flowers bloom in Spring as a reminder of the beautiful landscape in our care.
Summer splashes gleefully until Cyanobacteria blooms & E-coli close beaches throwing sand on our play date.
Autumn acts as a reminder that all isn’t lost if we heed inconvenient warnings.
Winter of that Old Man is becoming something of a myth, a legend, stories of “when I was a kid we had soooo much snow!”
Climate Change is entangled in our daily lives whether you live in skyscrapers or the natural world.
Waves pull across pebble beaches as the moon does her nightly jig.
Thunder looms quietly in the distance as the scent of rain comes crashing in.
Rivers eddy while her banks are tattered and torn by events upriver she’s never known.
Snow offers flakes that quench our existence but our actions have melted their chance at creating life sustaining snowpack.
Fields feel barren of crops that feed our existence as humans debate water rights.
Trees standing longer than most Homo erectus have been on the Earth are timbered in the name of progress.
Rooted in Nature is a story of our past & future untold.
Fog hides away sins of man yet only momentarily for her lift unveils misery of man’s hand.
Flowers bloom in Spring as a reminder of the beautiful landscape in our care.
Summer splashes gleefully until Cyanobacteria blooms & E-coli close beaches throwing sand on our play date.
Autumn acts as a reminder that all isn’t lost if we heed inconvenient warnings.
Winter of that Old Man is becoming something of a myth, a legend, stories of “when I was a kid we had soooo much snow!”
Climate Change is entangled in our daily lives whether you live in skyscrapers or the natural world.
A beautiful Fall foliage scene crafted by Mother Nature
