A grassland slope…
(An Esker is a river that ran upside down beneath glacial ice.)
Flowers in Big Bar Lake.
Grassland ground up on the esker…
That’s not soil between the bunches of grass and the flowers and herbs but a layer of blue green algae, lichens, mosses, bacteria and invertebrates…about 100 species per square foot.Here, look closer:
Blue-green algae, mosses, lichens? It’s a lake without the water (or a glacier without the ice.) Don’t be fooled. Even without the water, the lake is there.
Water flows.Sometimes this flowing takes 100,000 years. Here’s the bed of a glacier from 12,000 years ago, under the deepest part of the continental ice. This was the divide. 2 miles of ice reached up from here. The last of it formed this lake at the foot of the subglacial rivers this tree is growing upon. Look at the tree. It reaches up. It’s stiff, because it’s made of carbon.
But carbon, that is bound with water, bends, not like the water, and not like the straight arrow the fir aspires to above, but like that fir, and these sedges, half way between hydrogen and oxygen molecules and carbon itself, it bends, it flows, it sways, it springs back and it climbs the ladder of carbon chains, up and up and up.
The fire will come, and take its carbon, but for now, ah, now it is the time of water talking to light.
Last image: Bowron Lake.
Other images; Big Bar Lake.
All images © Harold Rhenisch 2015.
Do stones contemplated over 12,000 years remain just stones? Is this Itceyeye negotiating with the monster?Here’s the big picture from the picnic site. Lots to see here. For one thing, it’s not Nature, but a story. It’s social. Is Nature social? What does it mean if it is?
Have a great week. Back soon.
Ah, Yellow Jacket and Ant had a fight long ago, and just would not stop, no matter how much the trickster Iceyeeye (Coyote) tried to get them to stop. So, in frustration he turned them to stone. The Nimîipuu set up camp below them and stayed for 12,000 years. The area of the arch from 9 o’clock to 5 o’clock is the wasp. She’s biting the ant’s neck (Ant is from 6:30 o’clock to 9 o’clock). The story is a warning against greed. Here it is: click!
But that’s not the whole story. Here’s an image of a parasitoid wasp laying its eggs in an ant.
You can see it all unfold in video by clicking here. Yellow Jackets, however, are not parasitoid wasps. Seemingly, a Nimíipuu observer a long time ago watched parasitic wasps and made the connection that yellow jackets were the leaders of the wasp family.
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Well, yeah. Are you going to argue with her?
A few weeks back I went to Asotin, where the Moray eels used to come up from the sea to spawn. Chief Looking Glass’s camp was there, at the fishery. Here’s the creek, again.
See how she flicks her tail out into the current of the snake, like an eel? For reference, here’s a moray eel.
During my time in Nimíipuu country, on the Clearwater and the Snake, in early June, I learned that every village is backed by rounded hill formations, and faces expressive, jagged ones in which it is easy to read animal forms. So I made the trip across the Snake to stand at the mouth of Asotin (eel) Creek to see what I could see. To my surprise (and joy), I saw an eel, facing the stream mouth from the Idaho shore.
Note: An imagined eel is no less powerful in determining human relationships to the environment, and hence the sustainability of the environment, than a physical one. “Nature” is an idea imposed on this spiritual space.
Goethe, the poet, pointed out that all plants express one single energy, that opens through the life cycle of each plant as well as through the diversity of all plants. In his spiritually-inspired Science, colour was an edge effect, between vision-in-darkness and vision-in-light, and displayed not light but the mood of the observer.
What a gorgeous mood!
To accept such a means of thought, it’s necessary to accept that human thoughts aren’t particularly individual, that they are, in effect, part of the air, and flow through us.
My Evening Mood, Yesterday
It’s an elegant theory. It binds light with plants, and both of them with observers. It places humans not on the outside of Creation, but at its heart. It means that when the red root pigweed takes on defensive action against the heat …
… humans are the heat. It’s not that there is a high pressure zone holding over this valley, or that some form of global warming is doing its thing — both are true — but that those are less than the ethical responsibility to be this heat now.
Only by being the heat can you see.
Wild Bee Burrow
Only by being the heat can you know yourself. Yes, when you are the heat, this is you: a part of yourself long separate but meeting now, after all this time, with the wisdom of differing experience.
It’s called respect.