Sweater weather

The crickets felt it was their duty

to warn everybody that summertime cannot last for ever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year - the days when summer is changing into autumn - the crickets spread the rumour of sadness and change."
E.B. White (Charlotte's Web)
Image:  Pixdaus

Til next time!

at the secret beach

"I yearned for lightness;

I still yearn for lightness. Lightness is freedom -- freedom from the heaviness of too much stuff, too many words, too heavy a pull toward inertia. I feared being buried in stone -- becoming stone."  
Marion Woodman (Bone: Dying into Life)

Speak with your eyes

"I become a transparent eyeball"

R. W. Emerson*
*The transparent eyeball is a philosophical metaphor originated by Ralph Waldo Emerson. The transparent eyeball is a representation of an eye that is absorbent rather than reflective, and therefore takes in all that nature has to offer.
Emerson intends that the individual become one with nature, and the transparent eyeball is a tool to do that. To truly appreciate nature, one must not only look at it and admire it, but also be able to feel it taking over the senses. This process requires absolute "solitude, a man needs to retire as much from his chamber as from society" to uninhabited places like the woods...
He posits a vision wherein the eye sloughs off its 'body' and ‘egotism,’ merging with what it sees. It is within this transparent, disembodied state of total union with nature that Emerson claims ‘I am nothing; I see all’. The ‘all’ that Emerson seeks access is not simply harmony with nature or even knowledge, but perception of a deep unity between the human spirit and the natural world.

It is absurd to think

that the only way to tell if a poem is lasting is to wait and see if it lasts. The right reader of a good poem can tell the moment it strikes him that he has taken an immortal wound—that he will never get over it.
"The Poetry of Amy Lowell" in The Christian Science Monitor (16 May 1925) Robert Frost
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Fridtjof Nansen (1861 - 1930)

Details:
Explorer (Polar hero), Diplomat, Norwegian Delegate, Société des Nations, Originator of "Nansen passports" (for refugees), Scientist, Humanitarian
In 1922, the Norwegian Fridtjof Nansen became the first High Commissioner for Refugees appointed by the League of Nations. After WWI, he was in charge of the exchanges of 400,000 POWs between Russia, Germany, and the former Austria-Hungary. Nansen also engaged in humanitarian relief work during the severe famine in the Soviet Union. His work on behalf of prisoners of war and starving people earned him the Peace Prize. In 1882 he spent 4-1/2 months on the east coast of Greenland. The scientist in him made observations on seals and bears which, years later, he updated and turned into a book; at the same time the adventurer became entranced by this world of sea and ice. Nansen spent the next 6 years in intensive scientific study.
In 1888, he was first to cross Greenland's inland ice. He subsequently failed to reach the North Pole. In school Nansen excelled in the sciences and drawing and majored in zoology (received PhD in 1888). In the next 15 years he united his athletic ability, scientific interests, yearning for adventure, and even talent for drawing in a series of brilliant achievements that brought him international fame.
For a long time, Nansen had been evolving a plan to cross Greenland, whose interior had never been explored. He decided to cross from the uninhabited east to the inhabited west.  Once his party was put on shore, there could be no retreat, no turning back.
Explaining his philosophy to students, Nansen said that a line of retreat from a proposed action was a snare, that one should burn his boats behind him so that there is no choice but to go forward. The party of 6 survived temps of -45°C, climbed to 9,000' above sea level, mastered dangerous ice, exhaustion, and privation to emerge on the west coast in October, 1888. After a trip of about 2 months, he obtained important information about the interior.
In the next four years, he published several articles, two books, The First Crossing of Greenland (1890) and Eskimo Life (1891), and planned a scientific and exploratory foray into the Arctic. Nansen put his ship, the Fram [Forward], an immensely strong ship, into the ice pack off Siberia on September 22, 1893, from which it emerged 35 months later on August 13, 1896, into open water near Spitzbergen. Nansen was not aboard.
Realizing that the ship would not pass over the North Pole, Nansen and one companion, with thirty days’ rations for twenty-eight dogs, three sledges, two kayaks, and a hundred days’ rations for themselves, had set out in March 1895 on a 400-mile dash to the Pole. In 23 days they traveled 140 miles over oceans of tumbled ice, getting closer to the Pole than anyone previously. Turning back to Franz Josef Land, they wintered there 1895-1896, started south again in May, reached Vardo, Norway-- the same day the Fram reached open water and were reunited with the crew on August 21.
The voyage was a high adventure but also a scientific expedition, the Fram serving as an oceanographic-meteorological-biological lab. Nansen published six volumes of scientific observations made between 1893-1896 and continuing thereafter to break new ground in oceanic research. In the next few years he led several oceanographic expeditions into polar regions, but once the world was plunged into war in 1914 and exploration was halted, he became increasingly interested in international political affairs.
© The Norwegian Nobel Institute has Much more info about his political life.

“We ate the birds. We ate them.

We wanted their songs to flow up through our throats and burst out of our mouths, and so we ate them. We wanted their feathers to bud from our flesh. We wanted their wings, we wanted to fly as they did, soar freely among the treetops and the clouds, and so we ate them. We speared them, we clubbed them, we tangled their feet in glue, we netted them, we spitted them, we threw them onto hot coals, and all for love, because we loved them.
 
Snow Geese
We wanted to be one with them. We wanted to hatch out of clean, smooth, beautiful eggs, as they did, back when we were young and agile and innocent of cause and effect, we did not want the mess of being born, and so we crammed the birds into our gullets, feathers and all, but it was no use, we couldn’t sing, not effortlessly as they do, we can’t fly, not without smoke and metal, and as for the eggs we don’t stand a chance.
White Pelicans on the Mississippi flyway
We’re mired in gravity, we’re earthbound. We’re ankle-deep in blood, and all because we ate the birds, we ate them a long time ago, when we still had the power to say no.”
Margaret Atwood
White Pelicans on the Mississippi flyway
*Personal note:  I've seen the thousands of White Pelicans and for that matter, also seen tremendous flocks of Sandhill Cranes in Nebraska.  In some places, the white of the pelicans was so thick, it was hard to see the river's surface.  There are many "big events" such as these every year!  Horseshoe crabs in Maryland, Monarch Butterfly tagging stations, Hawk watches, the predictable Nighthawks on their yearly move, and much much more.  Start here and here.
Try to see at least one of these big events -- you will be humbled (and rewarded).  Plus, it's fun!

She was not builded out of common stone

But out of all men’s yearning and all prayer That she might live, eternally our own, The Spirit’s stronghold — barred against despair.
(excerpt)
C. S. Lewis' poem Oxford published in 'Spirits in Bondage' in 1919 under the pseudonym, Clive Davis

Edgar Artis

“Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can’t.

You know the month, the year, the day of the week. There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car. You have a schedule, a calendar, a time for dinner or a movie.
Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. an alone measures time.
Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.”
Mitch Albom, The Time Keeper
ARTWORK: Luis Barragán

Edgar Artis

“Remember that the most beautiful things

in the world are the most useless; peacocks and lilies for instance.”
 ― John Steinbeck
Kristina Webb

Lean forward into your life...

catch the best bits and the finest wind. Just tip your feathers in flight a wee bit and see how dramatically that small lean can change your life.
Mary Anne Radmacher, Lean Forward Into Your Life: Begin Each Day as If It Were on Purpose
He was not bone and feather but a perfect idea of freedom and flight, limited by nothing at all. 
Richard Bach, Jonathan Livingston Seagull

Sports + photography

We will play football. We will box and play lacrosse and ice hockey and snowboard and surf and drive fast cars, climb trees, and do dozens of things that we know are potentially concussive.
We will do this because we are human and animals, and we like speed and contact and aggressive maneuvering and all such things. 
Peter Berg
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Ward Roberts  
Art Attack - Pole vaulter (Banksy ?)