If I can't be a dragon-whisperer, can I at least befriend a talking dog?
While I've kept journals of all sorts most of my life, it took me a long time to realize the value of them isn't just in writing them. I started journaling to record my experiences, but I've found them even more valuable since I've developed the habit of re-reading them. For years, I've kept a... Continue Reading →
I have been attracted to the idea of nature journaling all of my life. I see myself sitting in the wilderness, journal on my knee, binoculars in hand, sketching birds and painting little landscapes for hours on end. The closest I've gotten to my nature journaling ideal was a close encounter with ravens. It was... Continue Reading →
I just finished my first sketchbook dedicated entirely to nature journaling and find myself looking back and seeing where I started. I was nervous about doing something different and new, so I filled the first page with encouraging words and important reminders.
I have a skull that I picked up in a field in Texas twenty years ago. It's simultaneously big and delicate. It was found on a range where cattle graze, but I didn't think it was broad and squat enough for a cow skull. Those who were with me agreed that it probably belonged to... Continue Reading →
In early October, my sister brought me dead bird she found in our yard. Despite having the bird "in hand" (I didn't actually hold it) and recording it in my nature journal, I came away uncertain of the species. While I was convinced it was some kind of thrush, probably a hermit thrush, there were... Continue Reading →
